June 10th, 1998
Dearest Diary Smith,
Today I woke up at dusk again and boy was I tired! Daddy says it's 'cause my body's ree-coop-er-ate-ing. Daddy says it is spelt recuperating, though, so I'll listen to him. Anyway, I'm also really hungry, but when Daddy gave me my favoritest tofu ever, I puked it all up on his favoritest shirt. He said my body was acting all funny 'cause I fell asleep out in the cold.
Y'know, Dearest Diary Smith, I have the weirdest craving for meat. Which is totally weird 'cause I don't even know what meat smells like. 'Member when I told you Daddy and I are vegetarians? That's why I've never smelled meat. Have you? . . . I didn't think so.
When thinking about meat, I learned a new word. Flesh! It means human skin or the meat of animals. It's food. Wait – humans aren't food! I swear! They aren't! But Daddy's starting to smell real good . . . I'll check up with you later tonight.
Later Tonight . . .
OH MY GOD! I TOOK A CHUNK OUTTA DADDY! He was real nice about it, said I was sick. He won't let me go out of my room until I'm better. The worst part is that Daddy tasted so good. I'm scared, Dearest Diary Smith, even more scared than I was when Mommy and Daddy got in that humongous fight two years ago and Mommy moved away. I know, it's shocking, but it's true. I'm so hungry, Dearest Diary Smith! Everything I eat, I puke right back up! I can't even drink Daddy's Special Soup! Ohhh, Dearest Diary Smith, what am I going to do?
Well, for now I'm gonna go to sleep. Talk to you tomorrow!
I love you, Dearest Diary Smith,
~Katie-Bug