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It's raining and the man on TV says tornadoes are coming to the south. I'm home alone today. Michael is at work. My sister went to be a substitute teacher. Maurice has moved out. I don't miss him, but I miss his dog. We may sue for joint custody.
I've been listening to The Beatles and Bob Dylan all day, working on my crochet/jewelry.
I haven't been here in forever, but I'm not going to make a pointless update on all that's happened since...October, I think that's the last time I was here. It was a strangely snowy winter.
I don't know why, but I suddenly thought about this journal and wanted to come here and say something. Looking back on old entries is strange. I guess they make me feel like a child, a free child. It's not a bad thing. No one comes here anymore. It's kind of sad. So I guess this IS a pointless update after all. For old time's sake.
Hello to any old friends out there who still read this. Let me know if you're out there. I'd like to know. Just because.
I'm sentimental like that.
I've been listening to The Beatles and Bob Dylan all day, working on my crochet/jewelry.
I haven't been here in forever, but I'm not going to make a pointless update on all that's happened since...October, I think that's the last time I was here. It was a strangely snowy winter.
I don't know why, but I suddenly thought about this journal and wanted to come here and say something. Looking back on old entries is strange. I guess they make me feel like a child, a free child. It's not a bad thing. No one comes here anymore. It's kind of sad. So I guess this IS a pointless update after all. For old time's sake.
Hello to any old friends out there who still read this. Let me know if you're out there. I'd like to know. Just because.
I'm sentimental like that.