Dear Diary,
In the weeks since my last post, I’ve fleshed out the entirety of my upcoming road trip: attractions, hotels, restaurants, even a few thrift shops I want to hit. I found an old journal in a drawer upstairs and knowing no one would miss it, ripped out the first few used pages and made it mine.
Dear Diary,
Today I am writing to you on my iPhone, and instead of complaining about the tediousness of typing thoughts with two fingers (technically one finger and a thumb), I will instead marvel at the wonders of technology. How amazing is a smart phone?? I mean, I can watch The Walking Dead, post on my blog, take photos, talk — via text, voice, or video to people anywhere in the world, and even look up ways to get rid of cat pee smell. And it fits IN MY HAND. I am so very grateful to live in this cyber age.
Dear Diary,
How are you? I am tired. Although I went to bed early last night, I was awoken this morning, as usual, by the newspaper delivery person.
A few days ago, I decided to start keeping a diary. I didn’t actually write anything down (I was binge-watching The Walking Dead at the time), but I made the decision. The next day I meant to start writing, but I’d gotten to the part where Rick comes back from “the dead” and that SOB Shane was making me so mad I couldn’t, and before I knew it, it was time for bed. Yesterday I meant to open my little journal, pen in hand, but then Lori apologized to Shane, so I knew he wasn’t long for this world. And sure enough, BLAMMO! So today is the day. Diary time!
I was going to get out the little notebook I keep in my purse, but then I remembered. Wait. I have a blog! Maybe I could use that. I mean, I never write anymore, and it’s not like anyone reads this. So here goes.