It might be fun to transcribe these handwritten documents and post some musings of '60s teenage nerdly angst, but I'm not promising anything. Not that I'm scared it'll be too scintillating - more likely it's too boring. (Leafing through) Like who really cares what I ate for every single meal and snack. Or that I went next door and hung out with Erica.
Reading the diary will probably make me really happy I'm a grownup.
