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Well, I suppose I'll start by saying happy birthday Lackwit.

I've not got a whole lot I plan on saying so no doubt this will turn into a mammoth of a journal entry. Actually no it won't, I'm not as good at translating what's in my head into words as I used to be which is something I've been noticing lately.
(Okay, now it's going to be baby mammoth sized)
Cut back to a year ago and I'll have probably made some attempt at writing an interesting journal entry. Now I just splurt out information without thought nor care.

I used to think I had it pretty bad working night-shift but in hindsight it was good for me and good for people around me. I crave work (or perhaps purpose), it's like an addiction in that the more you do it the less you get out of it and if you quit you're fine for a little while but then the craving comes back.

I also used to think a lot more, not to say I don't think it's just I no longer ask myself questions I know I can't answer. I'm not very curious anymore, even things that do interest me I find hard to investigate and research. My head is a blank for short parts of the day but it's not bad at all, it's not clarity so much as it is like pausing the thought process to just to take in something. Think of it like going from normal television to high definition television : piercing clarity of light.

Just to change the subject, no I haven't got a job and no I'm not going on holiday. That was merely a ploy for you to click on the link which 'should' have logged you out, was I bored when I did that? Yes.

By the way, if any of you want to wake up in the morning with headaches, dehydration, flaky skin and more all you have to do is get some Roaccutane. Guarenteed results within a week.

On a side note my hair is getting pretty thin on the top, I figure I've got 2 years before baldness kicks in.

Hope you're all doing good out there, or at least benefiting from evil