I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing here. I guess I felt obligated to make one of these things because Michelle linked me to hers. It is probably a function of how totally bored I am at work right now. I'm all ebayed out, which leaves me with what? Livejournalling. There's a definite element of narcissism in this, I think. Anyone could easily type a journal on their computer, or, dare I say it, hand write one. The beauty of this is that you get to look at everyone else's. Voyeurism and narcissism. Now we're getting somewhere exciting. Where's Hitchcock?

The ridiculous part is that I find it very difficult to imagine that anyone would ever look at mine. So this is really an exercise in utter futility. (And for me to even mind, as evidenced by my clearly self-depracating tone in the last sentence, despite the fact that I seem to be deriding this "narcissistic" website, I'm feeling silly for not having people look at mine–contradiction is my forte)