Okay, this is stupid. This is all Ellen's idea. She suggested that maybe I have unresolved issues from all the -- stuff lately, which I think hardly begins to cover it, and I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one, but it's not like either Dean or I can go to a regular psychologist. And it's not like I can talk to DEAN about any of this. Ellen thinks maybe it'd help to write some of my thoughts down.

If Dean ever sees me writing in this, I will SO never hear the end of it.

I should probably burn this, come to think of it.

5/20/07

Dear Diary: Today we killed two demons. Whee. Two down, four hundred bazillion to go.

I feel like a total idiot.

5/22/07

All right, this isn't working. Time for a new approach. I'll use this book to keep my kill tallies and working notes, kind of like Dad's journal. At least that way, I won't have to wait until after Dean's asleep to write stuff down.

Today's totals:

Demons: 1

Notes on demon hunting: Uh. Demons are bad. Try not to get killed. Huh. How did Dad fill a whole BOOK on it?