20 December 1999:
Finally someone that I can talk with about this all. It is kind of reassuring that I'm not going crazy, or at least if I am, I'm not alone in doing it. Yeah, David still sketches me out sometimes, but this affliction is so much easier to go through with someone else to let me know that it's really happening, and not just going on in my head. I've been wondering lately, what really is going on. I mean could it be aliens abducting us, and doing tests on us. That would explain the temporary amnesia and nausea. Is it the government? The only thing I can say with any kind of conviction is that I'm scared as shit.