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You are reading the last entry of this journal.

When I started writing on this website, in June of 2002, I was depressed. I was living alone in an apartment in East Lansing; socially disengaged, fighting insomnia, and basically bored out of my mind. This seemed to give me a lot to say.

Now, I sleep well, have too much to do, and haven't been depressed for a long time. As a good friend of mine once said, "I stopped drinking and suddenly didn't have anything to write about."

More than that though, I find myself no longer spending time on the computer for the sake of spending time on the computer. I still am at the keyboard for a good chunk of time each day, but I have a task to complete. I get in, I do it, I get out. There's something about pursuits that don't involve typing or electricity, gravitas or something.

It's been a long strange ride with this site. In the end, I'm proud of most of the things I did, and ashamed of a few. Mostly, I'm saddened by the people that are no longer in my life. As of right now, there is not one person from my WPI days that I keep in regular contact with. Around WPI hinges that great question in my life, "How would things have been different if I had stayed?"

At its peak, this site had a few thousand readers. That was years ago. As my interest in the site waned, naturally the readership did as well. So to the ten or so people that read this, that's all folks.