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Often when I'm missing Tom, I listen to JOF songs.

I didn't listen for a couple of days, and now that I'm listening again I'm reminded how freaking great they are.

I would love the band even if Tom wasn't in it.

You can listen too, here.
Try: Alien Vs Ken Hom
       Good Old Dreams
       Better Life
       Everyday

I like working at the restaurant -- it keeps me busy, the tips are pretty good, and the people who work there are really nice. I still make mistakes, but I make less of them and each day is easier.

I feel like I know what I'm doing and also I don't at the same time. I've moved 3 times in 2 months. I'm in the place where I was born but haven't been for 16 years.

When is the last time I drew something? I have a nagging feeling that if I don't make a list and plan out time for certain things, I'll end up a different person or just forget everything.

I miss Tom. I'm hoping at some point it will hurt less.
It's only been 15 days.

I've decided I don't want to stay in London.

I have a year off to travel around and find where I fit, and I'll end up where I'm supposed to.

I want to go to Edinburgh, but I haven't been there yet.
At the last minute I applied to Edinburgh College of Art as my first choice.
Or maybe I'll go to Glasgow. Or Brighton. Or Newcastle.

I have to choose 15 photos to send in.
15.

Anyway, as always,
"There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea."