2 February 98 
 
I had to scrap my last entry, never to be seen.  Too many prying eyes, and  
now that I know that Amy and Carey have been on reading my entries, I  
would not want to strain their tender sensibilities.  Now I have to come  
up with a new lying strategy.  I _knew_ this technology would come to no  
good -- I cannot use it to make my own paper, I cannot use it to make  
compost, I cannot use it to walk to Central Park.  It cannot be of the  
soul.   
 
Dammit. 
 
I feel this is the beginning of the end.  I have tasted of the forbidden  
fruit, that of HOT doughnuts NOW (or at least within the last hour).  And  
it was good.  It's _all_ good.  I am now in the weight competition with ma  
-- if I can't be taller than her, at least I can be heavier than her.   
Let's see who the titan of the family is now! 
 
I have put my stupendous foot down (or stapler arm) as the almighty grader  
of elementary statistics.  I have decreed all unstapled papers to be  
firmly fastened in the center by one staple.  Next week, it shall be four,  
in the figure of a square.  After that, a spiral, then a fractal  
snowflake, then a filling grid.  If they persist in being unstapled after  
that, I may just affix them to my loft.  I have holes in my decorations.   
 
I must hence to the land (or at least, small domain) of the unwanted heat  
and see if the man in blue has brought me more ways to spend money.  I  
have thrown out my chance for a Ukrainian egg dying kit.  And it would so  
let me fit in to the neighborhood. 
 
Happy Birthday Grandma!  Did you see your shadow this morning?