Entry Four:
September 4. 1990
Hey, diary, guess where I am. That's right, I'm home! Well not home, exactly, but in L.A. In Century City, to be exact. Anyway, I'm all better now, and Michael and I have gone to LA to continue recording his new album. We have an apartment there. The people are nice. They don't bother us too much, they say Hi which I like, and the press people leave us alone too. The new album doesn't have name yet, but Michael sure has written songs. It's going to be tough to decide which 14 songs can make on the album. I wonder how we should decide that. Maybe we can pick them out of a hat.
Now on to some serious stuff, that is hard for me to talk about. Michael had to go to the doctor while he was here. His dermatologist to be exact. His vitiligo is getting worse. We don't really have many options left. The doctor did say though, there is something Michael can choose to do called permanent depigmentation. I don't really know or understand how it works, but there's a medicine that will destroy the rest of the pigment of his skin, and he'll be white. Well, his skin color will be anyway.
Enough talking about sad stuff. I really like Century City. It's a nice town, not too far from the beach, and definitely a lot of things to draw. Anyway that's about it. Michael and I are going to the beach, and watch the sun set and the moon rise. He said he got an idea for a new book, and being on the beach will help him write it. He said it will be a book of poems and stuff. Sounds neat. More about this later.
See ya, Diary.
Katie