Ya know… I used to have a diary when I was younger and had no flippin’ clue how to keep it.  Some days I used it like a Twitter account.  “8:20  Gonna take a shower.  8:30 going back in, forgot to shave my legs!  8:40 I hate when I have to pee AFTER I get out of the shower!”  Then I’d ignore it for a few weeks.   Not that anyone would read it, I mean, my parents couldn’t afford to get me a computer or none of that.   Now with things being so bad, I kinda want to keep one, you know?  Like this… on paper.  I mean who knows how long power’s gonna be up?  This way I won’t lose it, and maybe if I don’t make it someone will find it.   I’m sure a bunch of other people are doing it too, right?  And I guess I’m scared.  Like I had a really bad scare this week.  Not like I’ve been bitten or anything, and I’ve been lucky cause I haven’t seen one of those things up close in a while, but nowadays you get the sniffles and you start thinking you are a gonner, and I had more than that.   Some fucking flu that laid me out for like 3 days so I holed up in the hotel room.  And still, after feeling better I was afraid.  I did not want to go to the hospital, I did not want to get isolated and have people poking at me.  Now that I feel better I guess I should have gone.  I mean… what if I did have it?  What if I died and ended up biting my neighbors like that freak back home?

Next time, I swear I’ll go up there.  For now I’m dying to get out of this room.  So I shower, dress, pack my backpack with my iPod and little speakers and head out for Coach’s.