Today I met a man of which I find quite interesting. He beeth a Capulet, and I hath descended desperately in love with him. Tybalt, the Capulet in question, hath shown me great admiration... He caught my falling, wretched form as it fell to the floor in exhaustion late last night. He hath shown an interesting room to me, as well. Now, dear Diary, I beseech thee, as I must go. Mother beckons, and by and by I must come.
