When I was a kid, girls had diaries, boys did not. In middle school, my mom suggested a journal. Because boys could journal. I did not, though she may have gotten me one. Even after having to do a professional one for the second master’s degree–and finding it incredibly useful–I couldn’t keep up the practice. When writing Summing-Up on computer, I use an app called MacJournal. I’m pretty sure it was one of my first Mac apps years ago yet it’s just not a practice I understand. I’ll keep my self-depreciating self-reflection to my internal monologue, thank you. Just me and the midi-chlorians. That hyphenated spelling comes directly from starwars.com, in case you were thinking Disney wasn’t going to embrace the dumb. I admire diarists though. It’s one hell of a practice to keep up with.