Dear Blog,
I wrote my first diary entry when I had the chicken pox in 1982. The second entry was in 1988, when my cousin Ben from Minnesota visited for the first time.
Ben is called "jamin" now and lives in Portland with his wife.
Today is neither the first or last of anything. I am not suffering from foul disease or relatives. Its just a friday and I wish I could be bad, but nothing is really coming to mind.
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