Dec 052006
I thought I was compulsive about my blogging, but I’ve got nothing on the guy who kept a typewritten diary of nearly every detail of his life for twenty years. An interesting experiment, but I think I’ll refrain from recounting my trips to the bathroom. My nurses do enough of that as it is. And the descriptions of my meals would get redundant after a while. “For breakfast, I had a can of Osmolte. For lunch, I had a can of Osmolite. For dinner…” You get the idea.
