My recollection about the quotes in the other books (about paper diaries, none of this electronic stuff) was for god's sake, if you're going to keep one, write down all the close to the bone kept you up last night never talked about in public good stuff or otherwise why make the effort? I'm reminded of stories told by Catholic friends who as little kids had to go to confession and being scared to death because they really didn't have anything to confess, no burglaries, kisses, hot fucks or nasty habits at the age of 6, so they'd make stuff up like, "well yesterday I was upset and said 'damn!' (under my breath)". Later on in their lives many of these same friends managed to put together some really good material for confessionals, but by then they'd lapsed and had to undergo the additional frustration of not being able to use it the way god intended.

I'm leading here to the lack of fireworks in my current life. I can recount an old story or two, but quite honestly, I'm tired of all that. If I was into recounting the past I'd write a book about it. In my 20's and 30's when things were jumpier I could have told some interesting stories if only because I was up for interesting stories and liked to hang out with people who made them happen. I'm not sure how comfortable I'd have been writing in those days, had there been an Internet, particularly since there really isn't any way to do it anonymously and get away with it, but I would have given it a try. Rereading it now however many years later might have been a kick.

I'm not sure where this started or where it ended up, but what the hell, it's Tuesday night and it's time for bed.