Day 2; Building Consistency
the originality is gone and the true excitement can’t be re-experienced.
I’m consistent (bold for day 2), but there’s not much to write today. Today marks a year since I wrote my last paper as an undergraduate.
Frankly, it’s entrenched in me to suppress memories. I didn’t even remember and tried not to keep any memories to remember of these events. It’s just a terrible habit I have.
I think I’ll begin to do audio renditions for my article, but not sure when.
I randomly remember artisans and how chaotic those niggas are. I don’t think any set of people will annoy the living hell out of you, worse if they’re Ilorin artisans. IF I BEGIN TO SPEAK.
Folks, keep memories and enjoy every bit of time you have. They’re called memories not because they can’t be relived but because the originality is gone and the true excitement can’t be re-experienced.