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October 5, 2009
I don't normally have conversations with my legs, or ramble on about stars. I wonder what this is doing to me...

Our English teacher told me that if you are forced to write without stopping for ten minutes you will write about things you wouldn't usually write about. I suppose that is what is happening here.

Looking at the little grey calendar, telling me which days I need to write for, watching the little dates appear as the days go by, it is like watching the grains of sand trickle through the hourglass of my life (oh dear... how cliché!)