HooBoy
November 12, 2023
I am a journaler. Started in high school (I also kept a diary in grade school, but I wasn’t much of a writer back then) and wrote pretty consistently through high school, college and a decade or two (or three) into my adult years. Now I blog. I have a lot of journals.
I cracked one of those journals open this afternoon at about 2:00.. and began reading it. I read for the rest of the afternoon lying on the floor in my office until it got too dark and I couldn’t read the words on the page, so I moved to the living room (and turned on some lights!) and read until dinner, and then after dinner, and finished it around 2:00am.
It documented the three years from my senior year in college (I was a 5th year senior at UC Davis), through graduation and into my first two years of post-college work. 294 pages. Interesting years. There were men.
I’m too bleary-eyed (and shell shocked) to write anything tonight; I’ll write a little about this tomorrow.
Life of Wry 