It is funny, working on an old Sugar IM. Reading through her account of her troubles and editing it, I feel as though I slip back in time and I am in the middle of that unfolding drama again. I like that feeling a lot. I wish I could generate it a lot more. Part of it, I think, is the freshness of it. Rereading it again and again won't provide for nearly as rich an illusion. I guess merely rereading it does not actively engage my mind enough. Accordingly, I cannot see how I can manufacture this pleasing sense of time-travel. I guess I should just enjoy it while I can.