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07/04/2004: "Year Zero"
It took me a few days to realize it, but I am, more or less, celebrating my one-year-anniversary of journaling. I date it to my accepting, and fulfilling the 100words.net challenge in July of 2003, starting a journalspace journal around the same time, and finding out in the process that, whether or not I had something to say, I was certainly capable of saying on a regular basis. The benefits to the world of this insight are arguable. It seems to me, based on a quick glance, that my life is much the same as it was a year ago. My relationship with Z or V or J or whoever she is has changed incrementally, but remains a frequent subject for cogitation. I'm still over-analytical, wordy, and cheap. I spend too much time alone. I am still conflicted about my job, but find it colorful to write about. I reminisce a lot about my mother's last years, and I'll do it some more this month, since her birthday is the 15th. I probably look more serene than I am.
July, 2003, member name "chrysostom";
Telegram in utero.
