This weekend, I spent some time sorting and packing up books that have been living at my parents’, so they can take the trek from Connecticut to my apartment that actually has space for books in Queens.
While doing this, I found a diary from 1984. Let’s just get this straight. In 1984, I was 6 years old.
There were only two pages in the entire diary filled out. I scanned them in so you could see.
Those are the only pages I filled in the entire book. Draw what conclusions you will.
Mirrored from Antagonia.net.