I have kept a journal since the summer of 1989, sometimes in notebook form, most recently in digital. I still have one, it is online and private, I use the talk-to-text feature on my phone to dictate all the entries, and I never reread them. It is my therapist now, my brain clearing-house.
I recently dug around and found some old posts that were funny enough to revisit. Then, I did my best to build a post around them by finding somewhat related photos and videos.
[Sep. 1st, 2001|08:42 am]
I had a dream last night that I was lying on a lounge chair in the sun with Skeet Ulrich and I casually mentioned that we had the same birthday, he being a year older. He thought that was creepy that I knew when his birthday was, got up and left.