So, because I've writing two diaries now, I have to come up with even more content. Whoopidie-Doo!

I guess I should keep working on the story, since it will be much more interesting than what I have to write here. I just have this need, whenever I see these little text-boxes, to fill them. To write out my thoughts and feelings and give myself that little rush of getting something I've written read by other people.

I wonder, if I was born in a different age, some time ago when this whole internet thing had yet to exist, what would I be doing? I mean, seriously, my entire livelyhood pretty much revolves around networked computers. If they weren't around, what would my profession be? Would I write these little diaries, without some audience to read them?

Perhaps I'd have carried on my quest to create plays, staying in the theatre and exploring my ability in other ways. Perhaps I'd have been stuck in some form of hellish clerical duty, or as a middle-manager somewhere. Hell, perhaps I'd have gone balls-out with the bartending, and gone full-time, absorbing myself into the culture of the nightlife.

Either way, the question is pointless. I'm right here, right now. I'm typing this diary because I want to be considered a regular here and perhaps impress enough people to gain editorial powers, giving me a huge ego boost. I'm a child of the internet, and I might as well admit to it...

So now, on to my story, in hopes that I get that sweet, sweet attention that I crave so dearly...