Thursday, 15 June 1989

Right now it’s 2:03 in the morning & I still don’t have a summer job to help pay for my trip to Spain next summer. I’ve applied at Job Service, but I haven’t heard anything yet. I singed my hair the other day while burning garbage in the burning barrel in the back yard. Luckily, it wasn’t too bad. Once I singed the hairs on my hand & I had little black curls there for a few days. Some melted plastic splattered on my leg about a month ago & my leg is still healing. It’ll probably leave an inch scar.