Dear Journal,
Went nuts trying to get the new watch band on the old watch face. Hacked
off 16" of the workbench backboard. Meh. Shit's coming together. It's
all coming together slowly but surely. I was up until 5am last night
looking at little houses and watching shitty downloaded TV and such. I
have a tendency toward obsessing about ideas. Right now I'm back into
obsessively thinking about building a house. And getting land.
Absolutely off-the-deep-end obsessive. And I'm frustrated that in the
meantime I'm moving at a snail's pace. I'm ready now.
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