I know, I know - I should have updated my journal ages ago. Now when I've finally got some time to spare, the questions is: What in the world should I write about? How spring turns everything around so fresh and green? That’s original The fact that I’ve got a flatmate, Rita? No, that’s pretty old news, and besides, my last journal was related to a very similar subject. What about describing how the hours seems to be slipping through my fingers all the time? Cliché. And I’m not in mood to start whining over my lack of Microsoft Word either.

I guess that's the problem. I’m not in low spirits right now. That’s when I really feel like writing down my feelings. Works like some kind of therapy, probably. It's just so embarrassing to read those notes later, when the ordeal/trial is over and almost forgotten... Vacations also inspire me to write, but hey, special events like that are often remembered anyway. What I regularily should have written down, is some thoughts about my everyday life. Everything seems to change at top speed these days. In a few months, I may even be living elsewhere, for all I know. Then, looking back at an ordinary week in spring 2008 may be quite exciting. After all, life is build primarily by the "dull working days". They play an important part in shaping your personality. Why is it so difficult to know the true value of them?