September 29, 2002
God, just please get this hellacious commitment behind me. My head is pounding like mad; and I gotta write 100 words before I fall into bed. Went to Jake and Deborah's huge new house again today for a barbecue. Played with Natasha – she's adorable. Really wants to communicate. Enough with the outfits, Joy. If you need attention, come strike up an interesting conversation like an adult. I feel beaten by my own body. I drank only water today, yet my head is imploding. Lovely stool test this morning for the nutritionist. I screwed it up. This comes as no surprise.