I feel so sick today. I don't know if it is because of my medication or what, but yeah. I think it is just still the sickness.

Jim and Marion are cool because they keep their sites updated. They are two cool people, besides that. Claire and I are going to do something nice and senior-ish for Marion. And today Alison told Jim to just come with us at lunch, and only after we were in the car and moving did we tell him where we were going.

I am restless but really tired.

I don't know how to ask you to do something with me. I don't know why I am worrying about it. Actually, I'm not worrying about it. I lied. So I don't know what is going on then. Lately, that's how it is with me. I can't think straight and my mood changes just like that.

Suddenly, I can't think of anything to say about you. My pulse still rises when the phone rings sometimes and sometimes it is even related to you. I'm just a nervous person, somehow.

When you smile at me, I can't help but smile back. I've been know to miss you, when I haven't seen you in a while. Hey, if you didn't know, it's about *you*.

Sometimes, when people tell you who to give all their belongs to if they die, it is not fun in any way.