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1/31/02 - 7:52 p.m. On the drive home from Vegas, I got the idea of starting a web journal. I would never tell any of my friends its address, because I wanted it to be honest and gritty. I might even include a bunch of surly warnings to the audience that it wasn't going to be entertaining. That I was going to make a point of not being entertaining. Because on the drive home I wondered if my depression was biochemical -- if it would never go away until I saw a psychiatrist. Or until I got a job. Or maybe I just needed to work through my various problems. Maybe I was just lonely. This is my first web journal. I don't really know how it's supposed to work. But it seemed like a good idea.
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