phoenixdk

I have a tradition to uphold. Lemme just get my quill out... 1.Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18 and find line 4. "Smolensk Road, along which Napoleons's army retreated from Moscow. It" 2.Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. There's still a tea mug, with a bit of amusing text on it about librarians. 3.What is the last thing you watched on TV? I don't watch TV. Last thing I watched on Netflix was Top Gear or something... braindead. But good braindead. 4.Without looking guess what time it is: I'm guessing 01:13. 5.Now look at the clock. What is the actual time? Hmm, 01:12. Close. But I have to admit I recall lookin

13 years. 13 years have come and gone since I first logged into my, then, empty account. But that's just a number - nowhere close to describing the changes and experiences I've had in that time. When I look back at my old journal entries, I can sort of recall writing them, but I can barely recognize the author. So what am I doing here? I truly don't know. But I'm bored and lonely, and that's what the internet is for, right?

Journals are not simple things. I've long since discovered that I like to look back on past times and reminisce, about good times and bad, just generally looking back really. A good way to do this is by keeping a journal. So - I have some motivation. Another aspect of this is what to actually write in a journal. Is it public? In this case, yes. Does anyone read it? In this case, presumably, no. Ideally I suppose you would write interesting stuff in your journal, since the same-old-same-old, isn't really that exciting, right? Ah, but remember if you (I?) will, I'm writing this for myself, so why bother writing something surprising when I alr