Monday, September 26, 5:30 PM. Brewer.

Hell of a day last 24 hours. I’m on one of the living room sofas. Been here most of the day. Splitting headache. Claire’s on the other one. Poor Amy. I’m so bored but I can’t read or think. I threw up. I fall asleep but keep having nightmares. Hitting the cow. Shooting the cow. But then it’s not the cow. It’s Garrett.

I’m feeling worse. Have to stop.