January 28th, 1987

Mostly every diary entry from my adolescence is utterly embarrassing and I cannot leave these things behind when I die. I mean, people know I'm an oddball, but seeing it in print just solidifies my weirdness, even dating back to '87. To give a glimpse, before I shred this whole thing, I once made a teeny tiny bday card for Alan Alda. Christ, what a huge dork I was...I mean, am.