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I got this journal at Dic Blick, which seemed like a good idea, but it was bound in plastic so I didn't get a look inside. It just said, like, "Journal" on the packaging and it had a semicolon as its logo, which seemed to indicate 'this is for writing'. I bought it. It seemed nice. I opened it. No lines. I guess I bought the Big Kids journal, and big kids ain't need lines to write straight. I drew some lines in pencil to erase later, and that takes approx. forever, and I'm just going to have to step up my writing game, I guess.

On a scale of 1-to-anything, this is not what you can consider a real concern or complaint. It's like getting your bread un-pre-sliced - that is, how shit used to be on the normal. This complaint is whiny and I am a baby, but the journal issues have still Won - at least for today. Typing is easier than writing straight, and I hardly have energy to dedicate to work and feeding myself on the same day (which I manage to magically do most days), so trying to figure out how to write without looking like a third grader has got to wait for another time.

I've been bummed as hell lately, which I think is stress-related. Nothing really fixes it except getting work done, which usually feels a little like trying to tackle a mountain that is garunteed to fall on you if you get near it. So I have to ignore the alarms going off in my head that suggest that I'm making a terrible mistake even looking at my work load.