We do not write in order to be understood, we write in order to understand.
~ C. Day-Lewis
March 1998
| March 31 | The gift of a letter |
| March 30 | Borrower |
| March 29 | The parking space angel |
| March 28 | Attack of the killer potatoes |
| March 27 | Casual Day has gone too far |
| March 26 | List of lists |
| March 25 | My relationship with television |
| March 24 | Annoyed |
| March 23 | Signs of Spring |
| March 22 | Worthless, Part II |
| March 21 | Worthless |
| March 20 | Spring fever |
| March 19 | Hit or miss |
| March 18 | Extremely-emely tired |
| March 17 | Willa™ |
| March 16 | A life in letters |
| March 15 | Brand loyalty |
| March 14 | More organization |
| March 13 | Fleeting thoughts |
| March 12 | I survived the cult |
| March 11 | My experience with the cult |
| March 10 | Hormones and biorythms |
| March 9 | Mall rat |
| March 8 | Snowed in |
| March 7 | Weekend |
| March 6 | Here there be dragons |
| March 5 | Sick day |
| March 4 | Plastic dishes and fake batik |
| March 3 | Feeling sorry for myself |
| March 2 | To be a nude . . . |
| March 1 | The begging bowl |
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