11:31 a.m.
July 10, 2002
I disappeared from yesterday for about 20 minutes and was talking to my mom. I was glad people didn't notice, because I did need to take myself out for a minute.

You know, yesterday brought a new notion into my head.

It's not my fault.

It's not my fault at all.

Someone else may be slow, unfortunate, distracted or upset, but none of that is my fault.

I can sympathize, but it's never my fault, and I should never take it to be mine.

Like Bill Cartwright, I'm doing a damn good job in my present situation.
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