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October 1, 2006
28 days of work. I slaved away to make the mark, but I missed the cut. I set aside what was once a priority. But look here. I still am. The world didn't end. I'm not less or more of a person. For one month I never ceased to exist.

30 days will be void. I will not try to recreate or duplicate anything left behind. I'll just keep writing as if I never stopped. Nothing will fill the gap I made, except the knowledge that sleep depravation and white wine made the words of my best month ever disappear.