My diary has been resurrected out of sheer boredom.

What is it about winter that bores the hell out of everyone? It's not dark and cold here in Miami, so what's wrong with me?

My neck has been acheing me since I woke up at 1 pm this "morning", probably from sleeping on my sister's cheap pillows. I've been feeling down all day. Catching the movie, Bicentennial Man on TV didn't help-- I've cried four separate times watching this. That was no family flick, like the previews led you to believe. That was sad stuff.

Anyway, this time around with my journal, I have to be careful not to name names. God forbid a search engine give me away.

More later.