On pages 12-13 (of 22 pages) there is an entry about how I had to get my cat, Forest, euthanized. It does not sound like the words of an unstable man, nor do the "Linux notes" nor the tips on "pointers in C".
Who is this Rachel, and why would she be so flippant in regard to my heartfelt diary entries? Why would she show such disdain for even technical clarity? Maybe she is familiar with the expression, "If it codes, it explodes." That is the only explanation I can come up with for her instant condemnation of me as "an unstable man" whose notes are not worth being digitized for the future.
I wish I could ask her to please read
pages 12 and 13, and tell me that this was not worth saving, for myself, at the very least.
At the end of the day, it is no wonder I just might reach for the cheapest vodka money can buy.
The god's have cursed me with this fate
a broken plate of twelve flat speights
I licked the bad luck off my plate
got struck by lightening, got no mates.