This is not a diary. This is an account. An account of personal events occuring right now in my life. So much money wasted on paper journals and book diaries that I haven’t gotten more than a week’s worth of dates in. Writing is something I like to do,  and the words are flowing in my mind nonstop until I actually touch a piece of paper. As soon as the pen’s in my hand, I can’t find a way to put the words down without feeling dumb. Typing is more of my thing. And some pretty interesting things happen in my day-to-day life that I just think I should keep in memory. So that’s what this is. A memoir. A day-by-day memoir.  A memoir of current events. Not a diary.