August 2, 1999.

I was reasonably productive today. Believe me, I'm the most surprised girl in the place. Not only did I manage not to remain on my ass today (in itself a large feat), but I worked the tornado that is my room, updated my resume, redesigned some webpages on my other site, talked to the Boy, answered email, took a long walk and started the massive pile of camp laundry. I may even call Little Spider and start working on a tentative birthday pool party tonight.

(Yes, I'm sure that you live vital busy lives, but for me this is progress.)

What else to say? Not very much. Generally, I'm trying to combat the enclosed & useless feeling I get when I live here. My most successful defense in the past has been web design (such as it is), but this month I'm going to see if I can go one step farther and combine hours in a gloomy air-conditioned basement with a token amount of time wandering around in the fresh air.

Hell, I lost weight at camp. I'd be a fool to let assal horozontality reclaim my figure.