So on wednesday morning I drove ~300 miles to MA from NJ. Stayed in a hotel that night and got up to drive 100 miles to Groton CT. Then the snow came. I was stuck that night in Groton ad got to get up erly again to drive 100 miles back o MA again. Got on the road home at 3pm and didn't mae it home until about 9pm after dropping off a friend in Manhatten.

Is that boring. I suppose it is. I'm just trying to get into the habit of writing. I think I've said that before in this thing.

I keep getting moderator points. I don't know why. I don't write much commentry and I don't even submit anymore. I metamoderate as much as I can. But that just feels like the only way I have to give back aound here.

blah blah blah. Just got back from one of those chucky cheese for littler kids places for a birthday party. energy fading fast. trasmission over.

Still have not thought about comments. seems like a big decision for a fragile ego like mine. Not to mention that I have terrible spelling and there's no spell check in this little box. If I got serious about this journal, then I guess I'd write the entires in vi first or something, but not yet.

I want to write a Philosophy book. I have a degree in Philosophy. I think about the mind, politics, epistomology and the future of our race (the human race) all the time. However I don't have the discipline to write as much as I need to. Maybe having this journal could be a start...

We shall see.

So. What is this all about? Guess I'll see if I want to come back here again...