19/02/2002 - 6:45 p.m.

So start hoisting, wench.

I really liked my review from my-reviews. I completely understand what she says about what she doesn't like. Ah, objective subjectivity. I know things here are rather cryptic now, but the people who matter know what it's all about, so I can deal with that. And, I know I'm long winded, I figure half the time that my friends just turn on their nodding autopilot and let me talk. It's a lot better than the "Roads Not Taken" review, so, yeah.

Got mail today. I also got a random card from some charity e-card situation, except that they wouldn't give me the card because whoever sent it to me had done something naughty. I'm sort of thinking that maybe it was a scam, so, if you sent it to me, send me a proper message and let me know. But, I also got tangible mail, which was lovely. Right now, I'm living for Charlie Brown rehearsals and checking the mail. Ohhh boy. But, it makes rambly judgemental entires like yesterday's completely unnecessary. (Even though I still have grass-is-greener syndrome about England.)