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I find myself much amused by the thought I just had that no one would ever really get an accurate picture of my life by reading this journal. I'm not sure why, exactly, but it does amuse me. Of course, I really doubt that many people ever really know us well enough to have an accurate portrayal of our day to day lives. Perhaps too I simply am unwilling to write down every little inane event of my daily life, though I don't really write down all of my deeper moments either. So, basically, I think anyone who read this thing would mostly get, uh, I dunno... Well, at least my entertainment interests.

Of course, the actual, written journal that I keep (and let no one read, ever), which is often my conversation with God, really wouldn't give a person a great indication of my day to day life either. More like psalms or Job ranting than an Acts account type of thing, I guess. All emotions and questions, very little account of a day.

My brain is half dead at present due to lack of sleep, but I think what's percolating in my brain is the thought that hardly anyone could really piece me together given my various scraps. There is an insatiable hunger in all of us to know and to be known. Sometimes it feels like I want or need something more tangible than to know that God knows, you know? For the record, I'm sure there's a perfectly legitimate way to cram a few more "know"s in that last sentence...

Brain's 'sploding, I'm going to bed...eventually.