Dear Diary,
Today I began reading a book called Infinite Jest by a dead man named David Foster Wallace. I think it is pretty interesting so far. The first chapter was confusing and every chapter is named "Year Of The [some kind of brand-name hygiene product]". So far a guy has waited for his marijuana delivery to arrive and a boy has had an appointment with his disguised father and a football player has thought about how much he dislikes mornings. It will take a long time to finish, so I hope it will be worth it.