dear diary
I ate a banana and a banana-flavored moon pie this morning. Then I wrote a verse for a song of mine called "Hardhat." It is kind of stupid. I am in North Carolina. There is a pool here, and air conditioning. It is comfortable, but gives me a bad feeling. This morning I am thinking a lot of a recent time when I got lost in the wilderness and came close to heatstroke. I am hoping to see Audrey soon. I should call her.