I got rid of the sitemeter. It was making me nervous.

I think my last post put too much pressure on my head, resulting in my reluctance to attempt a follow-up. Either that, or I had a ten-page paper to write.

What to discuss? Oh, I know. A couple of days ago, I got out of the shower, looked in the mirror, and remembered that I had freckles. I'd sorta forgotten, which is strange considering a) how often I look in the mirror, and b) that, when I was a child, they used to be a main target of the venom of my vanity. I hated my freckles, and considered them an irritating obstacle on my road to facial perfection. Oddly, my unibrow and the gap between my front teeth didn't bother me as much. But now, I like my freckles. They've faded a bit, and I think they're cute. So, ha!

"Oh, Danielle," you say. "Enough with the frivolities." Actually, I say that to myself; you probably don't care as long as I've updated this thing so that you can convince yourself that your procrastinatory blog-checking spree is somewhat fruitful. Well, okay, I'll write something more substantive tomorrow, or maybe Monday, when I'm done with my next paper. Or maybe Tuesday. Or maybe you'll just have to keep checking back, now won't you? Haha, I win.