I went in search of some old journals, looking for inspiration or something that would get my mind off the stupid toilet paper post that really seems to want to be written — RIGHT UP UNTIL I TRY TO ACTUALLY WRITE IT. Stupid toilet paper.
Anyway. I found many a journal, most of which have, mmm, maybe 15 pages filled? tops? but, of course, not THE ONE journal I was looking for.
But then I happened across a plain old manila folder, titled with my childhood nickname, Mimi, that held maybe 10 sheets of dot-matrix printer paper. Edges removed, of course.
In it, I found this gem and knew I could not write anything better. Hot damn, was I a good student.