[I opted to leave the paragraph below in this file; I opened it and found
it here.  I'm not quite sure when I wrote it, but it never made it up 'til
now]
saw the weirdest shit just now.  I was driving down cutting, and this big
oil truck passed me, and I swear the driver looked like Sean Penn, except
wearing a long blonde wig

So, for the first time in my diary's existance, I've missed an entire
month.  This thing is beginning to get pretty depressing.  I almost never
have anything to talk about, unless I'm really upset, which I thankfully
haven't been.  If I try to write any other time, it's about a paragrpah of
complaining about said subject, then I run out of steam.

I had a strange dream a few days back that I keep meaning to put down.  I
decided that I needed to go and finish college - but the way to do it was
to repeat senior year of high school.  Then I went back to  . . . 
oh, screw it.