I thought about how unlikely it was I would ever meet any guy,fall in love, get married, have babies. Especially since I was going to spend the rest of my life in the cellar, where, in the not too distant future, I'd turn into a toadstool. I hoped I'd be the poisonous variety.

Here's the funny thing about the world coming to an end. Once it gets going, it doesn't seem to stop.

I never really thought about how when I look at the moon it;s the same moon as Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and George Washington and Cleopatra looked at.

But I don't want to have to stop feeling. I really think I'd rather die than stop feeling.

Lisa's baby was due about now. I've decided she had it and it was a girl. I've named her Rachel.

The only way you can be the best at something is to be the best you can be.

I'm the one not caring. I'm the one pretending the Earth isn't shattering all around me because I don't want it to be. I don't want to know there was an earthquake in Missouri. I don't want to know the Midwest can die, also, that what's going on isn't just tides and tsunamis. I don't want to have any more to be afraid of. I didn't start this diary for it to be a record of death.