This is another entry from the handwritten journal I kept back in 1987. I had been living in Vancouver for five months at the time and was 22 years old.
My handwriting was extremely neat back then.
You can read one other journal entry that I posted to this blog, way back in 2012: Travel with me back in time to Saturday, January 24th, 1987
Tuesday, January 27, 1987. 10:53 p.m. When worlds collide, headaches follow.
Sorry, nothing even slightly, vaguely, infinitesimally exciting happened today.
Goodnight.
No, really. Work was uninteresting, after work was uninteresting, sleep was uninteresting.1Alright, I’m just guessing that sleep will be uninteresting. We’re talking boring here.
Briefly, for the sake of posterity, here are the lowlights:
- I got up
- I dressed, ate breakfast and left for work
- I worked
- I came home
- I talked to Mike on the phone
- I washed dishes and cleaned up
- Brook came over and worked on his play
- I watched (with brook) Moonlighting (a rerun, strangely).
- I went to bed
And now, goodnight for real.
Log off: 11:20 p.m.
Supplementary note, 12:09 a.m.:
Okay, seeing Tiny Tim being pelted by snowballs during the New York Giants Superbowl Celebration was kinda fun. Those fans, ya gotta love ’em!
This is, as you can see, not a particularly memorable entry, but it is short, which is why I’ve included it until I can see if there’s any kind of text recognition software that can convert my stunningly neat handwriting into electronic form. Also note that the footnote was originally presented with an asterisk and was written in all caps vertically on the left side of the page. I’m going to re-read more of this journal, to possibly gain insights, but mostly to see how funny I was as a young adult. I hope I don’t disappoint myself.
