a reference to title?

metals.
one of these days when i’m finally done with those things called ambitions, i’m going to study them, perhaps even at a learning institution. alloys especially have always intrigued me. why do i say this? something to do with titanium?
not at all.
this diary is titled that for… another reason. or several. or none, it isn’t important.

i find myself sleeping more, though this week has been exhausting. i don’t like sleep. it seems like such a waste of time.

to a duel
on yet another weekend
a named day on an important time?
never, or the onlookers would not notice

only recently in life have i come to appreciate muffins with butter. previously i had always eaten them cold and bare, but in the last six months i have always heated them and added butter. most amazing. though in times past i had loved chocolate mud cake and only that, so i would rarely eat apple cinnamon (spelling? (lazy)) or blueberry varieties. now i rarely eat mud-cake. recently i have been craving chocolate ripple/log cake as this has always been a favourite.
that and malteesers – there has been such a lack in good cinema for such a long time – this is where i would usually eat them.

food.

enough.
the night wears on and at some point i must sleep. very rarely do i dream. this disturbs some, but for me i feel no different. i suppose in the realm of psychology etc. i do dream, i just don’t remember any of them.

i bore myself.

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Commentary
March 16, 2010

That self-depreciating sign-off I’ve seen before, or rather since. I’m sure it occurred many times before I did it. It’s an intriguing habit of young writers and I wince when I read it now – nevertheless it will remain unedited. It’s a good reminder that all writers were young once, and that inevitably we will evolve.