I got told to come on here by a friend who wants to see what I've done, so here we are. This is for you, Freaky :-p
I'm not used to journals, and they tend to remind me of psycho-killers and super-organised nazi-mothers who run their lives by spreadsheets.
"Day one: went to shops to buy printer paper"
"Day two: remembered shops and printer paper fondly"
"Day three: thought about going to shops again for more printer paper"
Ick. Not for me I'm afraid.
I may comment on here every now and again when I get terribly angry about something, but other than that I'm afraid this section may remain delightfully clean. Unlike the air in thi