dear diary

sometimes i just need to write in order to process. when i put words on a page, i am able to see them for what they are - logical, ordered ideas that can be analysed, explored and reintegrated into my psyche. i find that if i do not journalize difficult thoughts, they become confused, impacted, and damaging to me and to others.

so, when something gnaws at me, i write it out. no-one is required to read it; and housing it here on a remote server is a sly thumbing of the nose to my sweet, yet spasmodic laptop. feel free to crash sweet toshibster! - my measly ideas, impoverished rubbish though they are - are protected from the ravages of time and microsoft.

so this is my little corner. i cannot imagine anyone save bruce taking the slightest interest in my ramblings, and if he's got any sense (which he does - in spades) he will quickly lose interest. however, i will leave a link here as comments are always welcome.

so - on with the processing.