Oh by the way, folks,
Today we mourn the passing of Sylvia Browne, my favorite laughing-stock. She pretended to be "psychic" and turned out to be wrong about everything she ever predicted. But in spite of her abysmal track record, she wangled vast numbers of gullible morons into paying her vast quantities of money.
I regret not having spent lots more diary entries making fun of her. She was such an easy target.
Nothing else happened yesterday. It looks like nothing's gonna happen today.
Signs of life