I am back hom now, hacking at wheat. I never got to town. Man's name was Marcus. Said not to tell anyone. Who do I have to tell?

Don't know quite what he did to me, but it hurt. I feel lopsided. Took me hurt me hurt me don't want to think about it but I have to. Can't think of anything else.

Haven't studied Spanish. Haven't read anything. Just done worked and listening to Crow. Says I've been lazy. I know.

Corn cake again. Maís postre. Crap cake. I look at it and leave. Go upstairs. Crow comes up and beats me. I don't care. Sleep now. I see the ceiling all night.