Dear Diary
Mom let me stay home today too. I'm starting to feel human again. I even sat outside for a little while and saw Rock Guy again. He was having a conversation with the rock again. I don't know what he was talking about but he seemed pretty fired up about something. When I'm feeling better I'm going to talk to him.
I did wave at him. He waved back and went back to his rock conversation. Maybe I'm just imagining this guy since it doesn't make sense for a guy to talk to a rock. This could be some weird hallucination brought on by massive amounts of NyQuil. There's just one little hole in that theory. I was seeing him before I got sick. Or maybe he's the reason I got sick. I just don't know what to think anymore.
Mom called me a few times today and promised to bring me home more soup. I'm just glad that I'm not throwing up anymore. I really don't know how those girls do it. I've heard them in the bathroom hurling after eating a cracker or a carrot at lunch. Puking has to be the most unfunnest thing ever. I hate doing it and I could never imagine doing it on purpose. People are strange but at least those girls make more sense than the Rock Guy.
I didn't pick it up but I did notice a rock in the backyard. Maybe rocks are different in this place. I don't know. I just know that the undertaker guy oops I mean the caretaker guy creeps me out. I think he might be a zombie. Or I could just be having a weird reaction to whatever sickness I came down with. I'm calling it Zombie Fever. I told Mom that I needed to have at least a week off from school. Amazingly Mom agreed with that.
I found this cool soap that I think is new. It is called Hidden Desires. I thought it was a porno but it turned out to be a soap opera. Gavin fell off a ladder and now he can hear the thoughts of everyone in town. Gavin even found out that the guy at the gas station has a thing for him. I'm not sure if I'd want to be able to read thoughts since it sounds like it could be pretty dangerous. I'm not even sure what I'm thinking most of the time. I certainly wouldn't want someone else knowing what I'm thinking. It would be like someone reading my diary.
Mom let me stay home today too. I'm starting to feel human again. I even sat outside for a little while and saw Rock Guy again. He was having a conversation with the rock again. I don't know what he was talking about but he seemed pretty fired up about something. When I'm feeling better I'm going to talk to him.
I did wave at him. He waved back and went back to his rock conversation. Maybe I'm just imagining this guy since it doesn't make sense for a guy to talk to a rock. This could be some weird hallucination brought on by massive amounts of NyQuil. There's just one little hole in that theory. I was seeing him before I got sick. Or maybe he's the reason I got sick. I just don't know what to think anymore.
Mom called me a few times today and promised to bring me home more soup. I'm just glad that I'm not throwing up anymore. I really don't know how those girls do it. I've heard them in the bathroom hurling after eating a cracker or a carrot at lunch. Puking has to be the most unfunnest thing ever. I hate doing it and I could never imagine doing it on purpose. People are strange but at least those girls make more sense than the Rock Guy.
I didn't pick it up but I did notice a rock in the backyard. Maybe rocks are different in this place. I don't know. I just know that the undertaker guy oops I mean the caretaker guy creeps me out. I think he might be a zombie. Or I could just be having a weird reaction to whatever sickness I came down with. I'm calling it Zombie Fever. I told Mom that I needed to have at least a week off from school. Amazingly Mom agreed with that.
I found this cool soap that I think is new. It is called Hidden Desires. I thought it was a porno but it turned out to be a soap opera. Gavin fell off a ladder and now he can hear the thoughts of everyone in town. Gavin even found out that the guy at the gas station has a thing for him. I'm not sure if I'd want to be able to read thoughts since it sounds like it could be pretty dangerous. I'm not even sure what I'm thinking most of the time. I certainly wouldn't want someone else knowing what I'm thinking. It would be like someone reading my diary.
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