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Haven't done a journal in more than two years. They've even changed the box you type in. But it was pretty easy to figure out, it's still a square shape. Probably a rectangle actually. Apparently I signed up here six years ago. I suppose I had a couple years of activity in all of that, the rest of the time I just pop in to read odd bits and bobs. But i'm far more cynical than I was six years past, now I never find anything I like. I never want to write either, except right now, which inspired me to pop on here while I wait for open office to download. I got a new pc recently and there's barely anything on it yet, including all my old unfini

No. Not that. Not the annual goldfish either. Me. Hm. That title isn't great. My first journal of the new year. Momentous. I've been writing again recently and its drawing me back in like an old, comfortable sofa with my bodies perfect imprint accepting me back in the way that you slot in the last piece of a puzzle. It's also inspired more reading, which I'll get onto more in a moment. Otherwise i'm just lurking around here on dA, a phantom that takes but does not give. I'm getting a move on looking for work early (now, in fact) for this season, its starting well but we'll see what happens there (other than inevitably dragging me away from

I just watched 'The Diving Bell And The Butterfly'. A fantastic French film I'll recommend to everyone. I was originally enticed by the title, but it has nothing to do with diving. Put simply it's about a man who has a stroke and is paralysed in all but his left eye. It's a true story about his life and based upon his memoirs. It's very powerful and the acting is strong. Luckily it's not constantly sad and I even laughed a few times, everything about it seems well structured so I advise you to go watch it. In other news I'm reading Berlin by Antony Beevor (That guy who wrote Stalingrad. Pretty famous book on a pretty famous city.) I never en