Neapolitan ice cream.
I've had a craving for it since last year and I still haven't gotten any.
It hurts, man.
It hurts.
That's about it.
Wait, that's not it. I've started on Event 4. Ásta's probably gonna drown herself getting something stupid like candy. Oh well. I guess this didn't really need an entire journal. My journals are pointless.
Hmm, let's see...hail the glow cloud, don't trust Sal, reality is an illusion, the universe is a hologram, buy gold, and...yeah, that's about it. Thanks for letting me waste a few minutes of your time.
Wow, it's past 11 at night. I should be going to sleep.