09 December 2002 - 5:43 p.m.

Since, I dunno, 2:30 this afternoon, people on my buddy list have erased all comments about their favorite diaries.

Do I sense a new minimalist fad raging through the hallowed HTML of the Diaryland casa?

Or is my identity slowly slipping away?

Please, God. Not during finals week.

Should I let a mere coincidence lead me to doubt my whole existence? Since I'm supposed to be diligently engrossed in my Shakespeare take-home final right now, perhaps.

Then again, I could be post modern, and say, "what existence?"

But I recently downloaded an mp3 of Frank and Shirley MacClaine doing "Let's Do It," so I can't be convinced that life, if meaningless, is not good.

What I'm wearing:

What I'm reading:

What I'm doing after this: