22 November 1999

Hmmm...interesting.  I was just sitting here on my bed eating V-Cuts (I don't remember what the heck these were) and drinking A&W root beer while thinking of something to write in this journal.  Interestingly enough, the idea of taking Elder Hackett aside next P-Day and requesting a transfer crept into my mind.  "Why?" I asked myself.  "Hazel Palejaro" was the answer.  (Elder Millington was the real answer, but I liked to pretend he wasn't.  I really did not like the guy.)  I don't want an emergency transfer.  That wouldn't leave me any time to say good-bye to anybody.  But I think I should get out of Dulag before I fall in love with Hazel. I don't know if the feeling is mutual with her.  It doesn't matter.

There's a part of me accusing that this is just an escape route from a bad companionship (see?).  Maybe that's part of the reason.  I don't know.  (Yes I did.)  That doesn't change the fact that I'm having feelings for a new member that aren't appropriate for a missionary to have.  I think I'll talk to the APs next week.

LATER

Today was a good day.  Went to Tacloban, got some mail, hung out with Elder Swingler and the office staff, got a picture of myself with my father and my son (my trainer and my trainee), ate at Shakey's, saw a crazy lady sneak up behind a guy and bite him, bought some groceries, came home, wrote some letters, relaxed until 6:00.  Then we went out to work.  Very productive work, too, especially for a P-Day.  We taught a first discussion to Roque and Bilea, a couple with really cute kids.  Then we had a quick visit with the people who run the Shell station.  After that, we taught a sixth discussion to Leo Zeta.  It went very well.  We found out that his brother is a member.  Return missionary, no less.  Cool.

Elder Millington, Elder MacKenzie, Elder Roberts