Journal Four:
I'm slacking off I know. But what can I do? Camp is turning out better then I anticipated it to be. So I don't think a week of not writing in a book is going to kill anyone.
Wow. One week. It feels like a century, but a fun one mind you. People at the camp are calling me and Judith Joanith. They must be intimidated or something.
Yesterday we had our first dance. Judith and I ended up having a blast. She even said this was her first time she didn't need alcohol to have a good time.
After the dance, I was surprised to find Darlene up. She looked pissed off and said I was bad room mate. I let it pass.(Tomorrow me and Judith would mock her)
I don't think I'd be writing in this thing today if it wasn't for what happened earlier. I ended up getting sick-illusion sick. I saw what I thought was cute-boy God, swimming in the pool. Judith told me no one was in the pool, and then I went to see Dr. Dan again. I told him what I saw and he told me to take it easy.
So I made four new lamps. I think I might have to get rid of some-or sell them.
Anyway, I'm deciding that I will get to bed earlier today. Try and take it easier for tomorrow and hopefully have no other illusions.