Ok, so I'm back. I'm averaging how many entries a year? Not that it matters much. Wonder if anyone reads this? I doubt I'll ever know.

Today there was a chemical explosion at a nearby factory; helicoptors and police cars and firetrucks galore. They started to evacuate houses, but not ours. The website of the local paper stated:

The explosion sent flaming chemicals pouring down a street, triggereing a massive Fire Department response...

Yes, they spelled triggering wrong.

The Prophet is watching The Aviator, which from the few minutes I watched looked like one of the dullest movies ever made; didn't it win a bunch of awards?

Goodnight dear diary. See you soon, I think.