In the beginning, there was a form... and it was a good form...

... okay, so my mind is still on Rocky Horror after watching parts of the DVD last night. *Grin*

Perhaps this type of writing will get me off my ass and start writing a bit more in my paper journal.

Maybe not. But heck, it's worth a try anyway. I can keep a diary here and transpose parts of it (and add more to it in the private one).

Granted, this one will be a bit more open. Eventually I'll probably share the link with friends. I keep having people complain about how closed I am, and how I don't share my thoughts as much as I should. I always do better with writing them down, so let them read my ramblings a bit. *shrug*

We're moving John and Carol this weekend to their new apartment in Nashua. I think it'll go well. I just hope that it doesn't rain as much as the news stations keep reporting. (granted, these are the same stations who kept screaming that we were going to be buried under five feet of snow with every storm that came up here all winter... I'm a bit tabloid-weathered out).

Eh... I'll write more later, but have to get back to work since I'm leaving at 4-ish today.

Later,
Measi