When I got home this afternoon from my morning hanging with the Chiliwinkers, I purposely kept my pants on. I figured that if I stayed dressed, I’d be more apt to be productive. The weird logic didn’t even work on me. Instead I curled into the comfy green chair and spent most of the rest of the day just existing. I snooze-watched Runaway Bride and Philidelphia Story, but mostly i just stared into space and listened to old Bob Dylan songs.

Also, when I was feeling super energetic, I went to the iwilldare.com archives and started deleting entries. I think I’m at somewhere around 100-150 entries that I’ve deleted.

I’m seriously considering a move to WordPress, since Movable Type has gotten so unbearably slow that I want to bang Jed against my head in frustration. I figure importing nearly 6000 entries might be just the littlest bit easier if it was only 5000 entries. We’ll see.

I haven’t deleted all the embarrassing stuff, most of that is still intact. It’s weird because I’ve always been kind of against going back and revising my internet history. But then I realized that nobody is ever going to miss that post where I talked about have a turkey sandwich on really good bread for lunch. And sadly, there were 100-150 posts of that caliber so far, and I’ve only made it to the July 2002.