2000 September 3 Sunday

I sit in sacrament meeting. Every testimony bearer says something about "the City." I wonder whether or not the Savior is mentioned as often as the City.

My new roommate Heath Weaver says a few words. I will not judge him; I will love him. He is as strange as most of my friends. I see through him; I don't understand what he's trying to say. "I'm smart. I'm weak." I hear.

I will strive to be stronger.