October 24, 2002 | 9:18 AM

OK so the locking bit was short lived.

What can I say? It's my acquarian/libran impulses that consistently cause me to swing violently from one decision to the next.

I'm glad that I decided to lock my diary. It was a good decision to make.

And 24 hours later, it's a good decision to take back.

Make any sense?

Probably not. Let's just say it's my being true to myself in the moment compulsion. Never take anything I say here as the absolute. I might love a movie one day, hate it the next, adopt a philosophy for an hour or two, try it on, decide it doesn't fit, throw it back in the closet and run around screaming naked for awhile.

Welcome to my world. Where nothing is at it seems and all those other Lewis Carol cliches.

I'm feeling a little like Mr. Kotter this morning. Does that make all of you the sweathogs?