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To prod me into resuming writing again, my roommate bought me a ereader/journal. I am frequently writing on it. Little notes every now and then. Without fear or anxiety that I will lose the piece of paper or the pencil marks will smudge over time and it will become illegible before I fish it out of my pocket while sorting out my laundry. So yeah, it is working. Except, I am still trying to figure out the tiny stylus and the hormonal sensitive screen. So far the writing looks like it belongs to a three year old who knows too many big words but lacks the attention and coordination required to learn how to write properly.