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I've upgraded my computer and I've started to write again. I'm clogged with heart ache and the sad realization that it is real, but then again that is the story of this journal is it not? This weekend was The Buffalo Readings seven year anniversary, I feel old and tired. I'm not satisfied on any end of my life and this has left me in various positions of melancholic and passionate states of being. I'm a scattered mess of emotions.