Be True 'Cause They'll Lock You Up in a Sad, Sad Zoo

A few years ago, in a box of keepsakes, I found a journal that I kept for one week in January of 2001. It was 8 single-spaced typed pages - a meticulous record of everything I ate, read, watched, and listened to; everyone I saw; everywhere I went and everything I did. I wanted to illustrate it, so I asked an editor I like if she would publish it and she…