Well, I'm up. Gonna fix breakfast shortly.

Kate had wanted a picnic out at the lake, but it might thunder by then. Anyways...she got sick out at the festival yesterday. Don't want that to happen again.

I don't think it was food related, either. I don't want to say what it is. And neither does she.

I mean, I'd be fuck'n high if its true, but I don't want to get my hopes up. So I'm not gonna say it. And even if it was, I know I'd get shot down by Dad about it. Mom would say I'm an idiot for sure. So I just hope she won't get sick this evening when we're there.

Denny kept giving me funny looks. Like you know, like I'm putting him in a predicument. Like we all got to go to Wal-Mart and get ready for things to come. Like this might be contagious, or something. At least he didn't say it.

But Kate didn't look so hot yesterday. I felt kind of bad watching her up chuck that sausage stick at the trash cans. And then she got sick from the trash smells. I kind of felt like throwing up too, but I didn't.

Man, I know we gotta talk, but its like this slow go, you know. My chest is all tight. Like I'm scared shitless about whatever happens.

Man, I don't even feel like playing my Brad Pitt on SIMS 2.

Its like I feel like I might faint, but somehow I know I won't. I just lay there asleep at night listening to my heartbeat. And then I get scared about things.

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