Well, I see my mood for the day. Actually, I have a number of things which will take me out of the office today, so that�s good. Hey, I just took a gander at the story list thingy and I have seven stories while she has two. Something�s not right with that picture. And, I have six of those stories to write today because I was off sick yesterday (which is why I didn�t email you , I wasn�t neglecting you . I could never neglect you . You�re my friend.). I�m not feeling any better, but I have work to do, and for some strange reason, I feel I should do the work I said I�d do at the beginning of the week.

Okay, to move away from work... I thought Sarah�s entry about the one best memory thing was interesting. I don�t know what memory I�d chose. There are many good memories. But the best? I don�t know. I remember the feeling of intense joy when my sister told me she was going to get married. However, I�m not sure that that moment wouldn�t be too intense to spend eternity feeling. It think I�d go more for a memory which had simplistic happiness and an overall feeling of content. Now, if I could only think of one.... Well, I know one, but it is a feeling I felt all alone (not that! Get your heads out of the gutter). It�s walking home from the lake at about six in the morning. It�s summer, there�s that quiet feeling which can only happen at that hour of the day. The grass is still glistening with dew. I�m feeling happy, content and secure. All these feelings stem from the fact that I just spend a night with my friends, with a bon fire, with some beer, with good tunes. We didn�t sleep, but that was okay. And, the reason I was walking home at six in the morning was most likely because I didn�t want my parents to be up when I got home. I smelled of fire and beer and I�m sure I looked awful. Those nights were fun (weren�t they ?) and the feeling of knowing I have great friends and that we always had good times was (and is) the best feeling in the world.