Diary #39

I begin Diary #39 tonight. I have 38 marble notebooks full of my "thoughts, commentary & analysis." No, I can't believe it, either. What began as a summer project for sophomore english class turned into years of my life documented. This last notebook took more than 2 years to complete...the longest period EVER contained in one notebook. The bloom finally began to REALLY come off the rose. Writing IS a giant pain in the ass most of the time. However, since New Year's, I've been writing daily again.

Starting Diary #39, it's the same way I feel about a new year's calendar...wondering WHAT these new blank pages will contain! OH, the shockers scattered about in these volumes! Secrets! Lies! Truths! And let's not forget that there's still SOOOOOOO much I DON'T write. Among other reasons, diary-keeping is my perverse little way of remaining relevant FAR after i've dropped dead. ALWAYS thinking...