I hate typing. It gets my back and neck sore and tired, and it gives me a headache. My fingers always miss the keys and go between them and get mangled. Or I hit two keys at a time and they get all jammed up. And Mrs. Smith drives me crazy, saying, “Push it! Push it!” I think I will throw a damn typewriter out of the second story window and watch it smash to bits on the ground.
THIS is a collection of Journals I kept, starting in 1972. I am adding entries here as I find the old journals and type them.
(Please Note: This is in "Blog" format, so to read journals in chronological order, start at the bottom, with the oldest post first, and read upward.)