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. 14th, 2001|11:13 am]
My dreams of terrorism continued last night, although, it seems that I am starting to take a little more control of the situation and starting to stick up for myself and others. Last night, I drove a luggage cart full of luggage directly into one of the propellers of a plane that was taking off after being hijacked.