I like handwritten letters. There is something so personal about them. Receiving one always puts a smile on my face; and in this day and age they're a rare treat. Desks these days don't have endless supplies of pens, instead endless supplies of removable storage media. I find that sad.
Failed yet another task on Saturday, I didn't set one for Sunday. Monday I'll start over.
And Monday is also my first day in my new job with books. Here's to working in a bookshop. My third job since moving back home. Maybe some web company will realise my potential by the end of the year and snap me up. *dream dream dream*.
// song at time of writing: Bird Stealing Bread - Iron And Wire
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