Every time I think of the fact that Douglas Adams is dead, it makes me quite sad. The title of the post just made me think of that. It also makes me think of all the nice things that Stephen Fry said about him in the forward to "Salmon of Doubt". The line of thinking that that takes me on it almost interesting enough to just keep going along it. Most things with Stephen Fry are that interesting to me though, so I'll stop for the moment.
I'm in the process of mass-migrating all my entries from LJ to DW. I use LJ for very little anymore, and if I legitimately want a journal to write in again it needs to be somewhere where I don't feel guilty for spamming or worried that someone will find it and email it to my boss, or be hurt by something I said. Long ago, I used to keep diaries. Before that I kept logs. I've always written, for as long as I can remember.... until the past few years.
Some part of me associates that lack of self-expression and reflection with a lot of the emotional problems I've been having the past months, so I'm going to try to go back to it. I can't do NaNoWriMo (best wishes to all who are, I believe in you!) but I can try to make myself write some every day, and see if it helps balance me out and bring my decisions into focus.
So. That's what I'm doing. Hopefully part of all this will include finding those old journals and digitizing them. I think a lot of my really early writings may be lost forever, since they were simpletext documents on old 1.4 mb floppies, and I don't know if I still have them, even if I did have a way to access them. There's a lot in my life that is just /stuff/, things I'd like to get rid of, but my history is not one of them, and with my memory as weak as it sometimes is I like the idea of having access to all the details I wrote down long long ago.
Oddly, all this motivation to start anew over on DW came from going to look at FayJay's (
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I'm not going to talk about work for the moment, though I'm sure I will quite a lot this month. It's probably the biggest point of contention between me and the semi-happiness I used to take for granted. We're off to get some food now, and then I ought to sew for a bit so I can get the rainbow quilt back on my bed sooner rather than later. Goodnight, Journal.
