I keep a journal. I don't keep it to write down my deepest thoughts and dreams. I keep it because, if I don't, I will forget my whole life. I can't tell you how many times I've turned to my wife and said "So, what did we do today?" I'm afraid I'll get Alzheimer's because nobody would notice.
|Er, is this where I live?|
So I keep a journal, but I'm not very good at it. Usually, I just write up an account of what I did that day, but a lot of days have pretty short entries. Some examples:
June 30 - Meh.
January 2 - Some stuff happened at work. You know, usual stuff. I'm awesome.
November 11 - My penis is too big.
Saturday I wrote three, single-spaced pages. Things were happening so fastI had to open up my laptop and type things in as they were happening because I knew I'd forget them in a few minutes.
Shoot, what was I doing? Oh yeah, I'm writing my blog.
So, this week will be devoted to my Hoooooly Sheeeeit Saturday. I'm not sure how funny it will be, but I know the parts with Sheepy are pretty good. And there's a lot of running. And swimming. And freaking out.
I was in Chicago last week. We lived in Chicago for just under a year once (long story for another week), and we wanted to go back because it's a really fun town. I'm not going to go into my fun vacation experiences because:
- It's personal,
- My lawyer has advised me to stay silent, and
- It really has nothing to do with Hoooooly Sheeeeit Saturday except to say I was in O'Hare airport waiting to fly back to San Francisco.
It was the end of our vacation week. We checked out of the hotel, got a cab to the airport, checked in two hours early, went through security, and sat down to wait for the flight.
Oh, hey, look at the time. I guess I'll have to get into our hair-raising experiences tomorrow!
Heh. I'm totally going to make those three pages last me all week. Muhahahahaha!