Going through my journal for the purpose of repairing the broken image links has been liberating, mostly because I deleted a whole pile crap entries. However, I also got to relive some of my finer journaling moments, which is great because my capacity for written expression seems to be declining in direct proportion to my increased capacity for visual expression.
- Best political entry (I'm still quite proud of "Kittens, cute.")
- Best poll (Most neglected theme in modern literature according to LJ: "Gods copulating with humans.")
- Best entry on loving the gay (Not safe for work.)
- Best commentary on my graduate school experience (Concise and thorough, too.)
I'm sick and I still have a mountain of things to do before the end of the month, but on the other hand, I'm going to visit ripperlyn in Edinburgh over Easter. There will be five days of whisky and writing and photography in the company of a fabulous hostess. Oh, heavenly.