Sometimes I wish I had a teleprompter; cuecards for this life. Because I'm never having all the right words. Older and wiser. Hmph. I'm more confused by the second. I bought another "private" journal, one I hope I'll use. But I despise my style. Writing like it was all meant to be read. Well maybe it is.
End.
January 24, 2008
Hum hallelujah.
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