2004-12-27 O 6:20 p.m.

Dear Diary: Today was a good day. Okay, I can't do that. It just doesn't work.

I lost the sweatshirt that you had so much fun trying to steal from me. The one that first started conversation between us. Somehow I feel like I've lost you all over again in losing that stupid article of clothing. How is it that when I find out you asked about me, my mind still flutters? I thought we were finished. Apparently my heart hasn't caught onto that yet.