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26 july 1996 10:10 a.m.

I've totally slacked on my e-mail. My mail directory is bigger than any other file I've got, and my INBOX is climbing towards the E-mail Event Horizon. Where, after a certain point, the sheer number of messages overloads my sense of guilt and instead flips me into fatalistic self-pitying resignation where I figure everyone's given up on me already, so what's the use. Of course my oldest message is less than a month old. I'm not totally beyond redemption. Last year I was writing about how I still had a message a year old -- and when I answered it, the guy's .edu account was gone. He graduated. I'm at work now, on state time, so I'll try and tackle a few (if you nag you're at the bottom of the list!). Still, I'm more tired than Jeff Foxworthy's routine. I got exactly two hours of sleep last night. What was I doing? Working to make the world a better place, of course. If you've come here following pointers from other people's journals (I swear, inter-diary links are on a serious upswing this month), or -- even better -- if you're an e-hibitionist yourself, my glassy red eyes are dedicated to you. Introducing (sure wish I could do a drumroll .au): Open Pages! I was well overdue in picking up another project I don't have the time for. Besides, I'm a natural for this one. If I can't write about the exciting and interesting life I wish I had, then why not point the way to those who can? Set up a beacon, if you like, guiding wanderers to richer pastures. Hey, the folks who run lighthouses are probably terrible at steering boats. Take a look! Tell your friends! Join! Please? It's pretty pathetic to be running a "webring" with only one site. I'm having flashbacks to my "Kool Girls Klubhouse" in 4th grade... a spacious, well-decorated cardboard box in my backyard in which I held meetings with myself.