For almost a decade now I have kept a journal. I have a stack of notebooks filled with my ruminations on my life, my experiences, my hopes and dreams, that is nearly as tall as my arm is long. But since I've been online I haven't managed to write as much as I used to. I don't think that this is a "negative" result of using the Internet as much as it is just a rechanneling of my energy. I have joined a number of discussion groups, I email friends and have made new friends, and have been building my website, for over a year now. I have had a lot of fun and have enjoyed myself immensely. But I have been thinking about keeeping an online journal for a few months now. This is only the first step in the process of that journals creation. I hope the results are as interesting as the concept. So I'll begin with today. Thursday, November 05, 1998. I've been in Denver for over a month now, I have a new job that I really enjoy, and I've done some cool things, and have seen some even cooler things since I've been here. But most of those things seem minor in comparison with the fact that I am continuing the uphill struggle toward a "real life". I've whined and complained for years about the fact that I still feel as if I have been waiting for my real life to start forever! Before I left Virginia I finally felt as if I was on the way to building a "real life". I had just taken my first "real job", it still sucked but at least it was not food service or something equally degrading. Now I have an office job, its still customer service, but at least I sit at a computer terminal, and don't have to actually see the people that I am dealing with, and I don't have to wear a ridicolous uniform, or come home filthy! I still have a lot of stuff I need to do, for instance get my own place to live, but I feel that finally I am on my way!