Fighting gerbils

Today is Sunday, April 22, 1990. I slept in this morning because we didn’t have church until one. I woke up at about seven and stayed in bed till 930. We finally had classes in church, we haven’t had them because our building has been redecorated so we go to the Stake Center. The reds are nine – one now they used to be 9–0 but the Braves beat them this afternoon. We’re having our first baseball game tomorrow because we were supposed to have it a few weeks ago but it kept getting rained out. I am writing on the same page that I did yesterday because I didn’t feel most the page up with writing yesterday. I’ll probably do this later too. My gerbils got in a fight yesterday night and one of my gerbils is limping and if she still limping tomorrow, we are taking her to the vet. I’m scared. My dad told me to write with a pen in my journal and I got mad because I had already written in my journal with a pencil but I found out my mom‘s journals written with different color pens. That will probably happen to me too.


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