Friday 21 August 2015

Diary entry, May 24, 2013

Today was the last day of the move.  I cried a little.  If only I could blame someone other than myself.

There is nothing else to say.  I’m pretty sure now it’s all crap, that I’m just sort of winging it and confusing myself.  I wish someone could unscrew my head, have a look inside, and say, “Yep, I see the problem.  Just need to replace a few parts and it will all work fine again.”

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