I've kept a diary more or less regularly since I was a pre-teen. Over the time it keeps mutating - sometimes I record my innermost feelings, sometimes my day-to-day life - from the briefest "today I did this amount of work/went shopping/visited my aunt" to "the weather was especially fine, saw this and that in nature, witnessed a funny scene in the shop". By now when I don't write up my days, I feel they kind of slip between my fingers like sand...