08.11.10 - 9:06 am

four months. nine days. something like that. you can be disappointed. i am. fifty years from now, as i read the chronology of my 28th year, those four months will be lost. ill have to struggle to remember what i experienced and rely solely on recollection. which can be difficult to trust.

im writing today to break the will of my writers block.

when periods of time go by, i feel an uncontrollable urge to catch up in order to proceed forward. so when the interest in recording all the events prior wanes, so does the interest in writing. and this imaginary block of obligation becomes inhibitive to continuing this.

so ill start with today. ill move forward and appease the past with bits of information scrawled down here. i want to write. ive missed it.

i blame facebook updates.

what could be entire entries representing how i feel or what ive experienced become single sentences of truncated attempted wit.

ill try to fix that.

ill probably also have "time" by hans zimmer playing for the next several months of entry writing. its perfect music for this.