February 7, 2002, 8:46 p.m.
I gutted out my tiger account today. For those of you who aren't familiar with my tiger account, it was my college email address for my 4 years of undergrad and 1 year of grad school. I had saved nearly 475 messages in random folders for one reason or another. In reading them, I felt elated and silly for having ever needed to hold onto death announcements around campus, old love letters, correspondence between my favorite professor and I, and several "goodbye" letters from the same exboyfriend.
All of this visual and emotional history has me drained, to say the least.
I ended up keeping 11 items including: several issues of club fucker minutes; a sonnet written to me, about me, that was 16 lines; a prologue written for my presentation from my prof; Matt's treatise on the state of the union and other things; one survey-thingy from when I was 20; and Nicki's note from when she ran away.
I feel cleansed somehow...now if it were only the weekend...
PS don't clean your ears with pen caps; sure, it's satisfying the first few times, but then it's just bloody and gross.