In the final analysis… in OD

Life stuff. I wasn’t made redundant in the end, I’ve been put on a new, better shift pattern.

Oh, and I’m sleeping rough for charity again. You can donate here

So, this, as it turns out, will be my last entry. I’m not sure how many people will even read this, but here it is.

OD is almost dead.

I discovered this site when messing about online in place of actual uni work. And here I am, 14 years later, going grey (seriously), moving forward in this spinning ball of dirt and water. Through studies, work, unemployment, developing my creative writing skills, relationships and more.

A few thank you’s. To people who have read this throughout the years. In no particular order except that which I remember them in, Vanessa, Danni, Rodger, Brian, Angie, Renee, Jamie, Vanessa (NZ one), Leslie, Sunil, Lou, Krud, Peter, Ori, Sexton, PIXIE, Khaos, quine ahin the lens, Zaphod, shesolovely, Steven and all the ones I’ve inevitably missed.

Thank you for 14 years worth of advice, arguments, feedback and support.

I’m not making the move to prosebox. It looks boring and there appears no way to personalise it. It looks like Facebook Diary and I have Facebook. There’s a couple of other things, one of which is only planned at the moment, that I also don’t like and they are mandatory. I’m keeping an eye on what EWS has planned here if anyone else is wondering) but it is possible that my online diary days are over.

If you want to find me you can do so on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram

Goodbye Open Diary. It’s been emotional.

Will