First, piano lesson, then, loafing. Bike ride to Blockbuster, finally get the DVD I wanted for a week, get fried orange chicken. Get home, eat chicken, open DVD, it's not what it said. Not "24," just "Simpson's" disk. Retardo! Drive back, exchange DVD, watch it for 10 minutes, get phone call from distraught Mexican with news regarding "hot mountain."
Happiness rockets up, read her funny stories and she laughs. We make plans, I get super excited, can't go must visit graves tomorrow. She cries, I cry, we comfort each other and laugh. I feel better, I read Katherine's entry and I cry. Eat dinner. Take a trip to art supply store, many miles away, buy craypas. Hear new song, I think, "This reminds me of Katherine," but it might just be that the girl in it is named Katherine... I'll keep that in mind.
Now, eating low fat, low carb cookie, watching DVD, man getting tortured. It's awful and he's screaming but this cookie is so awful I don't even care. Wow, he's really freaking out now.
My body can't deal with all these ups and downs. It's making me sick to my stomach.

I'm excited for this permanentness on Saturday. Rachel knows what I mean.

Emma, you totally forgot me. I don't think that's forgiveable. Unless you make me a collage of hot people. And give me food.

I love you Katherine.

Goodnight...

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