I'm sad.
So here's the deal:
I was going to type an entry about nostalgia and saving old photos and stuff, but then I remembered my promise to myself, so here's a pointless diary-entry.
Today I went to a driving range with some friends. I haven't touched a golf club in years (this is a lie, but I guess that's how you type these things) so I was a little worried about how I would do. I did fine. In fact, I was surprised by how good I was at that thing. After a while I started getting blisters on my fingers though so I should really get a glove before next time.
Fuck blogging.