Today, I read some old journal entries. I started flipping through a notebook that I had bought on a whim, thinking that just having the thing would encourage me to write. Of course it did not, except when I found that I had to entertain myself for a few minutes, or else when I forced myself to justify the investment by hurriedly writing a few meaningless sentences about what I was doing, or wishing I was doing, or whatever.

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