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Having unearthed the notebook I'd been using as a kind of planner/bullet journal-esque thing, I see it's been a whole year since I really used it. Neatly marked in there are the New Model Army gig (still the most recent I've been to), a weekend in London, my uni timetable, deadlines for the semester all but one of which would end up being totally meaningless to me...
It's hard to see. It's hard to look at a year later, with no idea of what's coming, of what hasn't let up yet. It's hard to even care enough to pay attention to dates for the next few months, I'm drawing a little calendar more in hope than expectation.
It's hard to see. It's hard to look at a year later, with no idea of what's coming, of what hasn't let up yet. It's hard to even care enough to pay attention to dates for the next few months, I'm drawing a little calendar more in hope than expectation.