At lunch right now. I'm glad the week's almost over. It feels like it's gone by quickly, but each day has seemed like they're dragging.
I don't want to talk about work today. I wrote a whole back about how I didn't want to keep doing that, but I find that I've fallen back into the habit. Therefore, I'm going to try to put down something other than work. Not that there's much to write about work anyway.
By that turn, there hasn't been much work to writing, at least for me. Other than the occasional bits of editing, what you seen and read is just a first draft. Part of the reason is the fact that I don't have a lot of time do any major revisions. Another reason is that in all the writing I had to do for school, I never practiced the method of writing and developing multiple drafts. I would get good grades in doing things my own way, although I'm sure I probably cultivated some poor habits for it.
As I sit and think about it, this is really been a journal for me, a daily records of my thoughts and experiences. I've been doing this for over seven months, and I've only now made that connection. Maybe it's because people tend to think of journals and dairies as being something private. This has been very public, more public than anything I've ever done before.
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