I was reading the paper in the office Saturday morning before the game and I came across an article about a man who lost all his journals. I have it somewhere but I'm too tired to look for it at the moment. Anyway, that was what I was going to write about, how these people have lost so much and how in the end you'd want to save the most important things and how usually those things aren't the most valuable, per se. Nice run on sentence Gil. Fuck I'm tired. I'll look for it tomorrow and possibly write a more coherent post about how I've decided (maybe, heh) to start copying my journals onto here. Then there'd be either censorship issues (to protect the innocent, hahahaha) or I'd make them private. I don't know. Anyway I'm going to try to get to bed, I probably won't be able to, I have so much shit running in my head. Mostly I just don't want to face tomorrow, because I'm sure it'll just be like today.