A Diary

Sometimes I will be writing in my journal in the presence of others and someone will call it a 'diary'. I love it when this happens as it sounds old-timey and romantic, but alas my journal is not a diary. My journal is a conversation with myself, emotional and non-linear and rarely just barely chronological. If they ever published that it would be a sad day for my public image.

This year of 2025 has been a whirlwhind of passing interests for me in a new way. Maybe my frontal lobe has developed, maybe its HUNGRY. Anyway maybe I'll keep a log of stuff here, maybe not, whateva.