1/10/04 I can't belive I'm blogging. I finally gave in. I'm one of those unrecorded people that, when they die, won't leave much of a record. I'm the kid that always got a brand new diary in her stocking every christmas, and never seemed to manage to come up with more to write in it than her breakfast. So now, at 41, I'm blogging. Lets see how long it lasts. Actually, writing is rather cathartic. I've always been good at it. At least, I've always been TOLD I'm good at it ----- great grades ...