I realized today that I started this journal in September of 2001. That's more than four years of livejournaling for me now. I wonder how much of what I've chronicled here is worth being preserved for the ages. I know that some of it is worth keeping for my own sake and my own enjoyment (or memory-aid), but beyond that, probably not. This doesn't bother me overmuch.
My half coffee/half hot chocolate is helping somewhat, at least while I am actually in the process of drinking it. Once I finish it, I'll only have another hour left in the workday, so I think I'll make it through. I just need to resist the urge to buy things from the internet. This is an unhealthy compulsion (from the point of view of my bank account) and it is very strong. I shall have to find a new and interesting and inexpensive way to kill time at the desk. Hmm.