Please don't hate me for not writing in this diary all week. I know you
worked long and hard  to develop this wonderful program.

It's like having the most beautiful watercolor paper but not being able to
think of anything to paint. I hate myself. Are you happy now?

Should I pour all my angst out on the page so you can see why I couldn't
write all week? will that make you happy? should I procure prescription
medications that will enable me to write something? It's possible. I can
be anything you want me to be! <tm Gina Rowlands in A Something-or-Other
Woman upon her release from the loony bin>: "just tell me what you want me
to be! I can do it!!"
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