Codesmith

Life, Or Something Like It
2006-09-07 11:00:47 (UTC)

Not Sure

It is 0907, Thursday. 656am. Cloudy, and dark.

I am not sure what to write here. I keep coming back here
and I keep finding that the words never really come to me.
The other day, when I found that the site was offline, I
felt a twinge of guilt for not having backed up my entries,
and realizing that they could have been lost forever. The
possibility that the site was gone, was although a bit
distressing, was not as depressing as it was a few weeks
back when the site was truly down for longer than usual.

These days, I am depressed. I think of Allene, and I am not
terribly sure what to do.

... I really hate coming here to write only to complain. It
seems as if the past few days entries have been nothing but
complaints. Of course, I see the irony. Complaining about
the complaining.

I shall finish this later. I have class to get ready for.




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