This is my first sentence for today’s journal entry.  This is not the first sentence for today’s journal entry.  At no point in time today will I ever again be able to say this is my first sentence for today’s journal entry.  I could say it tomorrow.  If I had said this is my first sentence for 11-2-93, then I would not have been able to say it tomorrow.  I wouldn’t have been able to say it ever again.  I wouldn’t have been able to say it prior to today.  Think of it!  This was the only time in all of eternity that I could have said this is my first sentence for Nov 2nd 1993’s journal entry!  And I let it slip through my fingers!  Oh the devastation!  What a fool I was!  The only opportunity in all of space-time as we know it – gone!  I’ll carry the guilt the rest of my life.  This is my 15th sentence for November 2nd 1993’s journal entry.  It’s not the same.  What a pathetic attempt to cover the shame I bear.  Face reality.  You missed it.  It passed you by.  You can’t fix it.  I suppose I could erase my entry’s first sentence and replace it.  But then the rest of this entry would make no sense.  There’s a space before it… I could write it there.  But that would make the next sentence a lie.  I’ll leave it alone.  But I won’t let these kind of chances slip by me again today.  This is my last sentence for Tuesday, November 2, 1993.