May 29, 1987

Dear Diary,

Sometimes I think the world has gone mad. People are kind of nuts, you know?

We like Michael Jackson in this house. The babies get up on their hands and knees and rock to the beat of his music. I sometimes turn on MTV, which is a station that plays music videos, and Michael Jackson is on every other song, I think.

So today, he did something weird that made the news. He tried to buy the remains of the Elephant Man!

Who would do such a thing?

Oh, the Elephant man was a real man named Joseph Merrick who had Proteus syndrome (they recently proved this somehow) and over time he became very deformed. He died almost 100 years ago. Before he died, he was displayed in freak shows. Aren't humans wonderful? NOT!

Anyway, I heard on the late news that Michael Jackson had tried to buy his remains. I have no idea why...

I guess when you're such a big star, you can be weird.

We still like his music.

See, this is why I hate to watch the news!

Back in the real world--or as real as it gets in my world--I spent half the day looking for my driver's license. I was about to go crazy. It's been missing for days. Just when I decided I would have to go get a new one, Aunt Rachel showed up and told me to look in the book I finished reading last week. So I went to the bookshelf--the one in the bedroom--and got the book down, and sure enough, there it was. So, note to self: It's a driver's license, not a book mark, dummy!

Ghosts come in really handy sometimes, diary.

The twins are asleep. I'm going to try to be asleep, now, too, since this could change at any time. Ha ha!

Good night, friend.