It's nice to be up and about again. I'm still using a crutch, but... it's nice to be able to get around. Still sore, but Blythe's medicine makes a big difference.
There's a couple of things I need. I think... it's about time I made an effort to get them.
Has anyone been able to do anything other than ask questions? Is it...verbal, too? Has anyone tried talking out loud?
Is it ironic that just when I'm deciding about asking someone an important question, we all wake up and can't write anything but questions? Is it a sign?
You know, it's been a couple months since I felt like I wanted a cigarette. I...kind of ended up quitting, when I ran out and couldn't get anymore. Figured what was the point? It's a pretty bad habit, after all.
Um, sorry I've been so quiet lately. I'm... well, I guess I'm just not really used to keeping up with people. Or stuff like this. Which isn't really a good excuse, but...
I know, uh, some people are waiting to hear some stuff from me, and I'll get that soon. Or we can talk about it, or whatever works.
It's weird. The things... the things you get used to and the things you don't. And the things it's harder to accept. I guess it's true, that it just goes to show. Or something like that.
I don't think I got too much sleep last night. Maybe I should take a nap.
I wonder....
I wonder what Eileen's doing, right now....
Oh, uh, Mr. Ryuzaki, I've got those clothes for you.....