I’ve always liked paper. The feel of the blank lined page, the promise of filling it up through the manual process of writing. I have boxes of empty notebooks.
I also have a box, filled with not empty notebooks.
June 5, 1997
Usually, about the most exciting thing that happens to me is the drive to the Metro station. Why? Well, it’s usually because I can smell the beer on my boss’s breath.
Man. That is a great entry. Also, this one:
(9/22/90) Ooops! Missed a day. Fortunately nothing much happened yesterday. Except that Phil, Arcelio, and Josh are thinking about going to Homecoming together and they invited me. Unfortunately, I don’t have anyone to ask. Oh, well that’s about it. I don’t think much is going to happen today.
Riveting. And I have pages of this writing goldmine all at my fingertips.