Victim of my own Success

I archive by hand, and in so doing today I noticed that I have nearly a year and a half of archived stuff…and stuff. That’s rather obscene isn’t it? It makes me wonder where that amount of drivel would have otherwise gone: probably into the ears of what would now be my ex-friends.

One year and five months is longer than most relationships. It doesn’t break my personal record (6 years), but it’s still a sizeable amount of time. In fact, it would be fairly safe to say that I’ve had greater luck in the digital, virtual realm than in the flesh-n-blood one.

Well now I’m depressed.

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