Date: 12-27-2009
I have to say writing in this journal is interesting. I'll have to thank my aunt for this gift.
It's nighttime again and everyone's gone to bed. I don't know why I'm still awake. The racing season hasn't even started and won't again until February. I just . . . I just can't sleep. Oh well.
I'm not even sure as to where to begin right now . . . Not much has happened. I mean, Trixie and Sparky came by, as they always do . . . We hung out in the garage for a while, had lunch at one of the local diners . . . a typical day for me, really. What was strange was we ran into Racer X as we left the diner . . . He was looking for me but wouldn't tell me why. It was like he wanted to make sure that I was all right or something. I can't say for sure.
I feel so tired . . . Maybe I should just put the pen down and try to get some sleep. I don't think I could write straight anymore anyway . . .
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