Things are coming together, and by “things” I mean brain cells, specifically, mine. Looking for someone’s address today, sorry I didn’t do postcards this year, found my old card list, used to send out a bunch. Maybe I’ll do it for New Year’s. But I found this old mini-journal, I starded doing lj in 05 I think and I deleted almost all of it but I wrote a lot. It was mostly crap but it helped. I forgot how much it helped cause I found stuff from 04, stuff I just typed up in Notepad (very short entries) and I was completely zonked. Then I remember at some point after that I had the txt files up for download…dumber than the writing. The format is kinda interesting, if you take it as an art piece. Some of it is like that, intentionally poetic or abstract. But then some is just bullshit. If I let myself write more I think I would have figured this faster.

This past year I’ve been thinking about how I’ve almost regressed to being like I was as a teenager and it was really starting to bug me, but now I see I was actually thinking a lot more clearly then. Like I really thought about a future career up to a certain point, then there are years of random nonsense. Completely lost. That’s all I’m going to say about it.

But records, folks. We can talk records. Working on some drafts. And a hard drive reformat. %