I need to find something that I like the taste of that is caffienated. I am having trouble staying awake at [pause] some times when I should stay awake. I do not know why this is happening; I have never had trouble like this before!

And it is not a sign that I am getting old. Before anyone says that. Or thinks that. Or writes that.

Fred? I will be late getting to the Yard today. Please let me know when you read this so I can ink it out. I am sick and Bell is threatening to tie me to the bed if I go to work, so I have to wait until he has------- [There's a streak of ink as the journal is taken away from him.]

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This is not right. This is not right in any possible way that anything could be right.

[Slowly a sketch is drawn, erased a couple of times until Youth is happy enough with it.]


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I do not understand what it is with apples. I think I very strongly do not like them. But now I smell like them! I will not taste this time. I do not need to.

I think I may actually hate apples. But not Apple.

I am almost well again! I will be ready to return to normal things soon!

[There's a red-brown thumbprint smear from Youth opening up his journal.]

I have figured out metaphors, I think.

I can see the blood, so it is not missing, but it is lost.

And now my snowangels are messed up. Which way is medical again? I think I am turned around.