I dug up an old diary a few months ago. From time to time I’ve tried to keep one of these, sometimes going so far as to try for journal status, but I just can’t seem to sustain it. So there are these relics lying about that occasionally unearth that give me a glimpse into what daily weirdness I was into back in 19—
The 20th Century.  That’s when I did a great deal of this sort of thing. I suppose ultimately that my own life bores me while I’m living it. Or maybe I’m too busy living it to record it. …