Dear Diary,

The end of another slide. We've been stuck here for more than 2 weeks. Everybody's unhappy and snapping at each other. I'm personally glad to go. On this world, women have facial hair, and the sight of the bearded lady walking down the street has gone from amusing to old. Plus I actually got into a fight with Remmy this morning about breakfast. He made fun of the fact that I don't eat eggs, and I just got so irritated by Mr. Cheeseburger that I snapped back. I guess both of us are in bad moods. I'm hoping the next world will be more interesting than this one, though I guess it was a nice change not to have to run for our lives because of some marauding double. Quiet worlds bring home the fact that we are far from home because we have a chance to think instead of just running. So I guess I'm really just feeling homesick right now. This world is not one I'd care to explore further, and without that motivation and the way it eats up time, all I want to do is take my chances with the next world, and hope that it will be home.

Love, Wade