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1. password Tuesday, September 4, 2001 10:27 p.m.
   okay, this was supposed to be 2) from nada.
   This is probably me being stupid again. But I had spent ages trying to figure out my freeservers.com password. I had tried all known permutations of my favourite passwords, as well as some of my older, and now tossed, ones. Nada. I tried to get it to send my password to the email address in my profile, but that address had shut down in the meantime. So I was effectively locked out. I tried to get help from customers support. Still waiting to hear back. So I was grumbling to a friend. Who facetiously offered "password". Which fortuitously reminded me of my freeservers.com password. (It was one which I had never used anywhere else. Which was why I couldn't guess it.) I can't believe I was so dumb. *sigh*

2. nada Tuesday, September 4, 2001 10:23 p.m.
   oh now what. 1) I fell asleep reading The Discworld Companion by Terry Pratchett and Stephen Briggs. Had a really wierd dream. Got woken by Ray's siren cry. 2) Don't know what '2' is. I'm sure there was something. Just don't know what.

3. sharing thoughts Tuesday, September 4, 2001 04:23 p.m.
   I like it. I just wrote a longish email to a friend. In it I explained some things, and clarified the same. He had asked things no-one else did. It was cool to finally express myself. That, I suppose, is also what I use a diary for. Thoughts that no-one had asked to hear, no-one knows exists. So anyway, didn't do much today. Going to pop off for an afternoon snack. It's still raining, and dank and dreary. But thinking of another country in the world expands my horizons. Almost, I can't wait until next Saturday. Almost. I have a feeling of being scared, apprehensive. Ready to bolt.

4. diaryland entries Sunday, September 2, 2001 10:33 p.m.
   gah. There's so much I want to write. But I sure have wrote so much already. And yet none of it is fully what I wish to have written. There is not all the information there. Yet I also do not want to show my thoughts to those who may know me in flesh world. There is still salsa18 to write. That will take a while. There was roueda, sombrero, dome una, dome dios, en chufa, en chufa doblé. Clare, Joy. Maybe Alexa.

5. moving Sunday, September 2, 2001 10:18 a.m.
   I'm in the process of moving all my junk out from my bro's house. I began at around 9:30ish. As you can tell, I'm getting bored with it. I have to be out of here by 11:30 a.m. No worries. I'm mainly done, bar the cleaning up. And that one is optional anyway, so yeah. I don't know if I'm going to make it to Salsa class today. *sigh* On the one hand, I sure hope so. On the other, I am extremely ambivalent. Then again, what else am I doing with my time? Nada.

6. no meals Sunday, September 2, 2001 10:13 a.m.
   found out a way I can skip meals without feeling hungry. just go to bed really late. Then I can cut my meals from 3+ to 2 per day.

7. good night Sunday, September 2, 2001 04:31 a.m.
   good grief. It's too late. Good night. (Do you like the layout of this page? I worked really hard on it.)

8. skippity do dah Sunday, September 2, 2001 03:47 a.m.
   testing testing. I don't understand why the url goes to diaryland. I really don't.

9. it's so late Sunday, September 2, 2001 03:41 a.m.
   i should be alseep so that i'm bright and early for tomorrow argh.

10. test Sunday, September 2, 2001 02:03 a.m.
    test

When all is dead and has no calm / Seek flight to highest crowd / Pained and joined in wedded sounds / Such is as you find them. -- Sockii