July 7th, 2002


Yamill self-termed. I can't believe it. He was so close to finishing the program and he just
gave up on it. I can understand that his manager was an ass and all, but come on! He's 
always been known to blow things out of wack too so I wonder if it really was worth it. He 
has a job with Kodak now, still working in the parks by taking pictures of people. And he 
really loves it too, so maybe it's all for the best. He'll still be around, but we won't see
him as often because he can't come into the Chatham apartments unless someone signs him in.

Everyone seems to be leaving early. Julie, Josie, Chandler, Cody (Mike's room mate that 
replaced Chandler when he left), and now Yamill. Cody hasn't left yet, but he will by the 
end of this week because he's going into the Army for six years. He's not nervous at all, 
he's really excited about it. I find that odd, but he says he's excited to shoot people who
deserve it, like those who are responsible for the 9-11. Of course, I'm for not hurting 
anyone even if they are crazy. I guess that's why I wouldn't make a good president. It's a 
good thing I don't care for politics. It's too much like high school drama.

I called into work today. It seems that for the past few weeks, my body has kept draining 
itself. No matter how much rest I get, I still feel like I haven't slept at all. People at 
work are beginning to notice. At work on my breaks, I sleep in the office every day now. So 
today I couldn't even get out of bed. I even slept until 10am, and I still had trouble. I 
have the next two days off so I hope to get all the rest I can. It's almost scary. I don't 
want to be sick.