My sister insisted I put down here that she has scalded herself so that she may have sympathies from strangers. Its pretty bad, actually. Her skin’s come off in patches, and its getting more painful for her each day. Poor thing. But she’s recovering.
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When I test out a pen before writing, I usually end up jotting random thoughts up til a whole length of paper before I stop and realise I’m supposed to be testing it. As a result, I have this whole collection of scrap paper sometimes littering around my table which I forget about. Today I found one of them when I was tidying up. This I have to say: there’s nothing like discovering and rereading something you once wrote and forgot about. The feeling’s not unlike pulling out old journals and remembering things we once felt and experienced. And so you remember who you once were, and how far you’ve come since then.
I like technology, and the wonders of the Internet, but there’s nothing like good old post to brighten up a girl’s day.
Enough said here.
