I just closed another match because he would come up to my belly button. Instead of choosing Other, I chose: I think the physical distance between us is too great.

EHarmony changed their height requirements. Suddenly I am getting matched with wee little men. This was not always the case. There was a time when I was only matched with men my height or taller. Now I am getting matched with munchkins. I just closed 5 matches because they were significantly shorter than me. The reason I gave was Other but that is because the reason, You could fit in my top, left breast pocket wasn’t available.

The questions came in, “Why do you do this?” and “Do you ever get mean and nasty comments?”

Taking up far too many shelves on my bookcase are the journals that I’ve kept since I was 9 years old. The first journal was more a collection of cartoons and drawings than a traditional diary but that changed as I got older. I always imagined that at some point people would read what I wrote but I always figured it would be more along the lines of family or historians laughing at the ravings of an old dead woman’s long lost journals. I stumbled onto this blogging thing back in ’99. It just seemed like a natural progression of my journal. I can’t say I do this as an ego boost since so few people read this blog, although my aim is mainly to make people laugh. When I am out and about I stay more alert than I would otherwise since I am always thinking in terms of how can I write about this situation so people can laugh and enjoy it with me. It really is only recently that people have started to read and comment on what I write but even with that said I don’t get much traffic at all. I love reading the comments that are posted. I do get some pretty cruel comments from time to time but it really doesn’t bother me. When someone posts something I consider inappropriate, I just delete it.

I think this is so cool

“Do you know of this blogging-thing, Donna?”
“Blogging thing?”
“Yeah, it’s on the Internet, kinda like the next level beyond chat room”
“No, I’ve never heard of it”
“Well apparently you write whatever you want and you post it on a web page”
“Why?”
“Because people read it.”
“That sounds very exhibitionist to me, I couldn’t imagine doing something like that!”

It really angers me that when I finally have a minute to post, I spend it deleting comment & trackback spam.

I was supposed to leave last night. But then it snowed again. I changed my flight to the early one today. Now I am desperately trying to get ready while still half asleep.

Midnight
Down Argentine Way
Her Cardboard Lover
Trouble in Paradise
Ball of Fire
Blood and Sand
The Thomas Crowne Affair
Bullitt

• Straighten Room
• Laundry
• Bills
• Expense Reports: Travel and Jan. Bills
• Resume
• Purchase Plane Tickets
• Cancel usual hotel, book new hotel
• Online Check-in
• PACK
• SHOP
• LEAVE

Another week in Chicago.

Sun Online says today, Monday, January 24 is the worst day of the year:

“The calculation is based on: The poorest WEATHER – which tends to be around the middle of the month; DEBTS owed after the seasonal spending spree; the TIME since Christmas; the period of time before you QUIT New Year resolutions; the dates when MOTIVATION levels seem to be at their lowest; and the timing of a NEED FOR ACTION to escape the blues, like when you book a holiday.”