2002-07-07 - 12:55 a.m.

I use this diary as a memory tool.

When, years later, I re-read this page of this chapter; future-me is going to have to do most of the memory work.

That's OK. When I look at pictures I took five years ago, some banished juice jar in the upper right hand corner, tentatively resting on a long forgotten sill, is just enough.

Just now, I had written five incomplete and unedited (even for my standards) pages. Just now, I deleted all.

Unnecessary. Especially since I'm slurring even spelling.