Wednesday Jan 11, 2006

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I can't think of anything in particular to say this evening. I went to work, came home, and... Nothing.

I bought this huge book at work, a collection of everything Jane Austen ever wrote, novel-wise. I told you I read everything I can get my hands on.

Sigh. I think I'm going to call it a night, much earlier than usual, for no good reason.

My usual habit of just writing what I'm thinking, unconcerned with the notion of brevity... I think I'm going to start leaving comments for people with that in mind, as well... Just for no good reason. I hope no one minds. If so, I'll cut it out. Just say so...

Bye.

-Chris-
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tangeu:
You know, most of my writing is train of thought with no editing (other than spelling errors). I have found, when looking back at old posts and journals, it helps me to realize what the hell I was actually thinking as opposed to just an editied lifeless recounting of events.
ryah:
"it's just that one night I bought a bunch of stuff from the store in a drunken/stoned fit of inspiration"

i do this often.

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