i’ll be seeing my mom tonight, supposedly. i’ve asked her to help me write about my early years, since i don’t remember much of what happened (i guess it’s normal not to know what your first memory was, it’s all blurry. it would be nice to find that out tonight).
if we don’t turn it into a fight, it might be cool. somehow this seems to be a big deal to me, i’m glad i got this idea from kottke.
update: … and what’s puzzling is that i hesitate. i’m also not sure about the disclosure limits. a part of me thinks that i have skeletons in the closet but i have no evidence whatsoever to base that on.