Dear diary,

It's the old ritual. Now come the recriminations. That's what you'd expect. That stage in which both parties tear each other to pieces.

My piece has been said. Just because some people in that 50% are what they are (and what are they? It defies classification) is not going to shake me in knowing that the defining trait of humans is empathy. For someone.

The "someone" is not me. That's just too bad. For me? I wonder.

The saddest thing is to see a person loose substance until they become a binary mass of 1s and 0s.

That's what she'll be by Saturday at 9:00.

1s and 0s.

This, as a personal diary, is my domain. If you don't like what you read, you know what to do.