Johnson merely records in his diary, "On Good Friday I took in the afternoon some coffee and buttered bun." Macaulay tells us, "He has gravely noted down that he once committed the sin of drinking coffee on Good Friday."

These were all hilarious, but this was the one that made me laugh out loud :D

Yes, one thing I've learned from salon and checking out various letters and memoirs is that it's rather hard to write memoirs or journals that are -- well, it's like when you were talking recently about that sort of interest and ability to write interestingly of everything that's going on around you, and other people, and not about yourself (or at least not just about yourself). It's one of those things that I think seems like it should be trivially easy to do, and yet it's pretty rare to actually be able to do it.