Hello
Well I was going to delete my journal. Becuase the weight of those accumulated memories started to weigh heavy on me. In fact in a weird way it began to feel like having a loaded gun in the house. So deleted. And a couple of people noticed and may have been alarmed. And then a couple of interested people said oh but I like your journal. So I have compromised (what a fine art) and deleted the entries but left the journal active. So if I feel like it once and a while I can write in it, and of course I can continue to read the friends only entries of those who tend to do that sort of thing.
Today I anded our dining room table with an orbital sander. The palms of my hands tingle now, in a half pleasant half burning torture kind of way.
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