Bad Year
2:53 PM, Wednesday afternoon. What an emptily disappointing year this is turning out to be. I could whine for ages about why this is so but…you know, I have nothing to say.
I always thought that I’d like Tori Amos but I’d never gotten around to buying any of her CDs. Last year, my brother gave me Boys for Pele and I really enjoyed it. I just bought Under the Pink and am playing it constantly. It seems that the more I listen to the CDs the more songs I find that I like.
See, I was right.
— JWR, 1997
EDITOR’S NOTE: The date on this entry (and on all of the “I Have Nothing To Say” entries) has been arbitrarily assigned to preserve the sequence that they were originally posted in. All were written in 1997 but, at that point, I was only identifying my journal’s entries by the time at which they were written.