July 5 Dear Diary,
It's like a virus that won't go away, just gets worse, and worse. I haven't been able to stop thinking about him! I think Frank might have noticed something during dinner. The way I was looking at Riff Raff when he served me my food. I stared at him in a trans-like way, until Frank brought me back down to Earth, with his inviting name voice calling my name. I quickly snapped back to reality and looked back at him. He gave me that "I know what you're thinking. I know your secret." Look. He suspects something. Anyone else, and he would just blow it off, but not Riff Raff, not his handyman, his butler. Oh, but why does it have to be him? Why him? I have got to get out of here before I completely crack!