Forgive me!

I thought Bell's was local, indeed, many of my companieros were under just that impression, but they were, in point of fact, WRONG. I think it's lovely, anyway, though, and would be delighted to purchase a keg of said beverage and then place within it a straw for myself.

Does anyone bowl anymore? Because I am interested in doing that sometimes.

I made another journal at work yesterday. I am newly-obsessed with MAKING journals out of recycled materials. The fact is that I've bought a lot of pre-made journals in my day and then felt guilty (this is my default emotion, frankly, if I'm between emotions I just start feeling guilty about something until I get distracted. I would also like to point out that I titled this entry 'forgive me' even before I realized that I was going to carp about this.) about not using them up. The lack of guilt I feel about not using a homemade journal out of discarded materials has inspired me to write every day!! I know this is weird and neurotic, you don't have to tell me, but I've learned to accept this type of thinking as my lot in life.

There are some people who find neurotic people endearing, you know. Even cute. Just thought I'd point that out.