I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

Life is funny and I mean really fucking funny. I use that fucking <- with underline! in a good way. I don’t know what I’m feeling. I had almost gotten a decision figured and then nothing. Someone might say I’m seeing the big picture. I’m relieved and amused and somewhere in there, maybe sad. But I just keep laughing. My life is a bad soap opera. I just hope I can keep a straight face at the wedding. I hope I don’t grow up to be a smiling idiot, but the way this humor keeps sneaking up on me, things are looking bad in that area.

What wedding? Not sure what I’m talking about here.