Been wanting to start this for a while now. I have kept a real (paper) diary since I was about eight, but I only write in it about twice a year. And I don't know where it is, I think I left it in Nova Scotia when we moved in 1995. So whoever found it is probably reading it to his friends about how Sandy and I got flashed by that guy in Gage Park in 1983. Yikes.
I figure that since I check my email six hundred times a day anyways, I might as well create a written record of some of the thoughts in my head. Hopefully it will not be just an hour by hour account of existence. I think my life is as interesting as the next guy's, unless the next guy is, say, a paratrooper or something.