Date: 12-29-2009
Now I know why girls like to keep a diary. If something goes wrong and it doesn't seem like anyone's listening, it's a great way to relieve some stress . . .
The trick is where to begin . . . Too much has happened today. Racer X showed up, again, with the excuse of "checking to see how I'm doing." What is his deal anyway? I'm not going to be some pet project for him! I can't recall how many times he's told me that I should just quit a race while I still could because it would be too dangerous! And I'm sure he knows that it's annoyed me and made me all the more determined to continue a race simply because he said I shouldn't. He should know by now I'm not his to order around. And I'm not going to stand around and let him come and go as he pleases. Trixie thinks I'm being a bit too harsh on him but I can't help it. I get tired of this game with him. And it has to be a game to him. Otherwise, why would he bother? I don't mean anything to him. Do I?
I need to put my pen down . . . my head's still pounding and it's warm. Very warm. Odd, considering it's December . . .
– Speed