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I just don't really feel the need to post anymore. Like I said back in the beginning, this is a diary, and diaries (of mine at least) rarely live beyond a 6 to 8 month lifespan.... basically, until whatever prompted my starting the diary has disappeared, been solved, stopped causing me transcribable grief or pleasure. I started this thing with the last year of uni hanging over me, all manner of issues to be resolved.... not that I can think of any now, mind. Maybe I should go back and check..... but, y'know, uni is finished, and this would surely be the point where I put the diary under my bed and forget about it for a year or so.

I reckon over the course of the next year or so I will feel like getting on here and writing again - if I do my masters next year then I could effectively write some sort of sequel, I don't know. But until January at least I am going to be a bit of a pleb with nothing much to write about, and little time or desire to do so anyhow. I don't want to use my blog to write about how fucking menial day-to-day working life is... not yet, anyway.

So this is goodbye, dear diary, for the time being at least.