Didn’t sleep at all last night.
Or the night before that.
Too much rattling around in my head right now.
Communication from Z’s been spotty.
Worried about her.
Worried about what I’m gonna find once I get there.
Still trying to process some of the stuff I’ve seen in the journal.
Spent most of my life thinking people who talked about this kind of thing were out of their minds.
Starting to realize not all tinfoil hat bullshit is actually bullshit.
“Got a plane to catch.”