And you gotta poop.
You walk out of Pam's room, and go down the hall to the bathroom.
Sarah is just exiting the bathoom with a towel around her and her hair wrapped in a towel-turban.
"I gotta poop," you tell her.
"That's nice, Brad," says Sarah. She walks off.
You enter the bathroom, yank down your undies and sit on the can.
You poop for a good while, then get up, flush the toilet, close the door, and wash your hands.
And then it hits you:
You flushed the diary down the toilet!