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... when you give me a terminal and time to waste. I sometimes muse as to whether I will someday be important enough for someone to collect my various journals for exposure/publication; and then I feel depressed because I know that my paltry work could never stand up to great journals through time like Benjamin Franklin, Anne Frank, and True Porn Clerk Stories.

Oh well... so it goes.

If only I was at a terminal more often, I could write and write and write in a blog... but since I occupy my time by mostly reading others' journals.. this will have to do for now.... I think this is the 7th/8th Journal I've posted, whether it be paper, electronic, or pure ether.