Once a day keeps the doctor away...

Or, rather, a diary entry daily ensures the detailed chronology of my life so that when I have children they can look at it ruefully and lament – “Dad, you were such a DORK!” “Yes,” I will calmly respond. “Unfortunately for you, genetic therapy hasn’t improved enough. You’re dorks too!” Kids. What a thought. I’m 24 now. Twenty four. I am quite happy to have made it this far. I’m very excited for what life has in store for this next year. ;P