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December 16, 2009
I've realized that I am writing at some very odd times of day this month. A lot of it seems to be in the evening, at the end of the day, when my thoughts are particularly chaotic, perhaps because of the holiday rush layered on top of everything else. I have always found it difficult to be more reflective at the end of the day, unless there's been at least one glass of wine. Likewise, thoughts dashed off during lunch are often more of the daily journal type, unless I remember that singular thought that occurred earlier in the morning.