Restart, Redux, for the eighth time...

[skunkmunkie]

The next session of grad school starts, and suddenly I'm drawn to the things that helped my first run through. Things like the cool speakers which I just attached to our TV for explosive sound, and this thing called LIvejournal, which I've entirely neglected in the past two years in lieu of better, mroe advanced writing systems. I think, when stripped to its bones, Livejournal is a simple, nearly anonymous way of collecting thoughts and ideas that can, for at least a little bit, reflect what's going on in that old cranium. I used to love posting here as a way to get motivated for study or writing, to get the gears oiled and remember the dark corners of libraries that claimed the daylight hours. And again, here I am, back to LIvejournal, just typing away because it seems like the right thing to do. To oil the cogs again, to believe that maybe somebody or something might read a word and feel better or worse about their lives for a little while. Hopefully better stuff.

So, onwards to study, and onwards to a regular journal again.