September 24 was a mentally fertile day…on at least three occasions in my life.

From time to time I have managed to keep a journal.
Here are three of my 9/24 entries.

September, 24 1978 (College sophomore, 18 years old)

I cannot afford to lose a day;
my life is only as short as it is.

September 24, 1983 (Third year medical student, 23 years old)

Life and alarm clocks
go hand in hand
unnaturally.

September 24, 1995 (Anesthesiologist, 35 years old)

Unless it makes any difference why the sun comes up everyday,
don’t waste time arguing about it.

If you’d like to see more of this kind of thing, they pop up from time to time on my Twitter feed.

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