If I were a regular diary writer, my entry for today would go something like this:
I went to my church because I am religious. I showered afterwards because my hair was greasy. I won in Mario Kart (for the Nintendo 64) because I was exasperated from having to be subservient to either the computer or a loved one. I feel victorious and a surge in my self-esteem. I proceeded to make chili and cornbread because I was hungry, and ate three chocolate chip/peanut butter cookies because I lack self control amidst the cookie realm. I then signed up for an LDS account because I want to do Mormon things online and checked out ways to volunteer in my community because I want to pretend like I’m not a selfish human being. I then proceeded to contort my body into pretzel like shapes which I believe in our society is known as yoga, because I needed to feel balanced and listened to Philip Glass because I wanted to feel cultured and calm. At last, I wrote to you because I miss writing. Sometimes I feel nervous that when I’m gone from this life, I will have done nothing of real merit. I suppose writing is a way to immortalize whatever usefulness I might possess.