Millions of persons long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy after
There's no point to this entry.
I just said I would post.
Is it weird to post when I have nothing to say? Should I wait, perhaps, until I have something that will astound the world? I'd be waiting a long time then... I may write under the assumption that other people are reading it, but essentially I am writing for myself. I do that in my paper journals and I do it here too. While writing, sometimes I discover things... Sometimes neat things, sometimes simple facts (like the fact I can't type very well at the end of my day, whenever that may be) but the discovery itself can not be my only reason. If I'm searching for something, I usually don't find it. It's usually right there, staring me in the face, but i'm looking so hard for it, I don't see it.
Ooh! I just heard an owl! Neat!
So yeah... :) I'm going to go to sleep now.
I just said I would post.
Is it weird to post when I have nothing to say? Should I wait, perhaps, until I have something that will astound the world? I'd be waiting a long time then... I may write under the assumption that other people are reading it, but essentially I am writing for myself. I do that in my paper journals and I do it here too. While writing, sometimes I discover things... Sometimes neat things, sometimes simple facts (like the fact I can't type very well at the end of my day, whenever that may be) but the discovery itself can not be my only reason. If I'm searching for something, I usually don't find it. It's usually right there, staring me in the face, but i'm looking so hard for it, I don't see it.
Ooh! I just heard an owl! Neat!
So yeah... :) I'm going to go to sleep now.