Wednesday, March 3, 1982
Gale force winds continue, and the last few days have been really bad.
Blandness. I can't communicate with anyone about how I really feel and the boredom of school is ruining me, making me do lazy and destructive things that are ‘out of character’ (so to speak); I'm nihilistic about everything, and can’t talk with Laura, can’t talk with Deborah (who still seems cool). How I hate everything!
Seems our illnesses could’ve been gastric flu’, passed on by Janet’s baby, as others who were at the christening are ill too.
I just don’t know what to put, can’t describe it properly.