dear sporadically used diary,

i'll admit that sometimes, it's so much better to spill in writing than in typing.
i hope that statement makes up for the lack of usage.
to the hallmark waiting at home, i cannot wait either. but i still have my precious moments from 9 years ago halfway used. should i find that my blog closes, exercise for my hand awaits.

i have a boring life, doing rag, living alone and friendless/familyless in a secluded room, not even my room bah. with little of my own things. i'm happy enough i got my laptop. and shower stuff. other than that... might have to wake up at 7am later to go home and grab more essentials, then survive till 2am again doing rag.
literally, picking up rags and SEWING THEM. THAT IS MY JOB TASK at least till lunch tomorrow. then it will be picking up cloth and sewing them.

exciting time awaits me, i must go, the calling cannot be ignored.