Since I'm drunk for the first time in months, I decided to write my first diary. Alcohol= courage. I love you goobers. I felt really bad today but now I feel OK. Fascinating, huh? I got out my mini Swiss Army knife and challenged someone to a duel. Since they just laughed at me, I'm still alive.
We will prevail. It's hard work debating people who have lots of irrational hostility. But that is a big part of life and we will keep doing it.
Mayby my second diary will be half-way decent. Thanks to Kos for being sane and BiPM for being smart and funny.
My Dad was very anti-authoritarian and I am too, so I'm writing a stupid diary. Ha ha.