DECEMBER 11, 2002-8:45pm

Most people remind me of robots. Frightening. Oh no, I told Phil I was staying after tomorrow. I don't think I have a ride home. I'm tired. I think I'm gonna go to bed. I could fall asleep so easily, and this would be one of the first times I went to bed at 9. Interesting. I don't feel well at all. Headache... blah. I wanna leave the house Friday. Doubtful. Everywhere people stare, each and everyday, I can see them laugh at me, and I hear them say...

-8:49pm