text;

I don't know! But now instead of all my bad news in one week, it's drawn out into the whole month and I am...There wasn't going to be a good time. By the time there would be a good time, I'd bet good money that the porter would port me out.

[ Actually, that will be what happens, but hey, he doesn't know that. ]

I don't know if I want to know. I don't know if I want to know just how messed up my life gets. I thought I had died from the way Caitlin was acting. So, yay, I didn't die. But this happens. I kind of just want to pretend nothing happened. Nothing is the matter. That would be a good plan. I like that plan after this.