(diaryland) June 15, 2003 - 5:32 p.m.

Uh, I don't know.

I feel sick. I don't know what I am going to do tomorrow, but on Tuesday, my Grandma said she would buy me lunch.

Two nights ago, Roland and I drove past a person by the road who was thickly coated in toilet paper and jumping up and down, alone.

I have been wondering about that person quite a lot.