hum. i don't even know when i started this diary. it was another diary before this and another before that. somewhere is a tentative beginning. i remember how tentative it was. i kept asking readers i doubted existed, what is it? what it was. a web diary? i only look at one other one and i think his is so aware of who the reader is, yet often i feel it's not me. what web diary would i read and feel it was written for me? probably this one, which may be why it compels me, even when it's moribund. 
i'd like to continue this if you don't mind, i still have time, well, just now i have to poop and walk the dog, but when i have time.