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In two days it will be half a year since my last post. I remember when I used to post every day. Livejournal was an important part of my life for a while. It was one of my main connections to other people. Now what? Now I keep a paper diary. I keep it hidden away so no one else will read it. I want the stories inside to sit and stew and not see the light of day until their context has been boiled away by the onslaught of time.
I had a pair of visitors this weekend, but I don't think I'll tell you about it. It's already in the other one. The rough draft for my memoirs.
I turned twenty-one last month. Did I get presents? Did I celebrate? It's all in the little book with the magnetic cover and the little pocket in back for scraps of memory. Why should I write it all twice?
I don't think I will be getting internets at home anytime soon. Oh well.
I had a pair of visitors this weekend, but I don't think I'll tell you about it. It's already in the other one. The rough draft for my memoirs.
I turned twenty-one last month. Did I get presents? Did I celebrate? It's all in the little book with the magnetic cover and the little pocket in back for scraps of memory. Why should I write it all twice?
I don't think I will be getting internets at home anytime soon. Oh well.