April 17th, 2000
The day after the fair it rained three inches. I took this as a sign of approval from the universe for the good deeds of the fair participants who had enjoyed gloriously sunny weather all day. I prudently avoided the highway, where, according to the local news, 75 traffic accidents per hour occured on April 17. Instead, I roosted at Glenn and Chris’ apartment and began to type up my journal, and it’s about damn time.