Dear Diary,
There are still so many questions about the dome. What is it? And where is it coming from? We all just want closure, you know? One question has, though, been answered. Apparently, rain clouds are capable of forming inside the dome. Luckily for the people of Chester's Mill, they were able to feel the soft drizzle of rain on their tongues today, while I felt other things on mine. Barbie kissed me today. In the rain. How romantic. Okay, well actually I might've been the one who kissed him...okay, we kissed each other. It kind of felt like a toilet being clogged. Picture this: Dale's lips as the plunger, and mine as the toilet, all plugged up with feces. Barbie took me by the hand and led me to the car, and we drove back to my place. Then we banged. It all happened so suddenly, I mean, most of the time I had no idea what was happening. It literally lasted like four minutes, which is a little too long for my taste, by whatever. At least it's over with. Right now, I'm lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, just jotting down everything. Dale's fast asleep, of course. I don't blame him. It's sure been a hell of a crazy day.
Hugs and kisses, Julia xx