"Monday, November 21, 2011:

Woke up, neglected to masticate. As day wore on, felt more and more annoyed at my slip. Midday, ate food. Tasted good, but was not enough. Ate more. Too much; stomachache.

Saw Her again. One day I'll talk to Her. Went home, read another book, "Summer of the Monkeys." Was unfulfilled after finishing. Start my own book? Maybe. Will have to look into that.

Getting late. Time to go to bed. I will write tomorrow."

Tordoc looked up from the parchement in his hands.

"What the hay did I just read?"