Folkestad, don't joke about having me come live with you. Look where all Robbie's joking got him! Methodist widows, eh? As long as they're not concerned with the santity of life, I think I'll be fine with them. =)
This'll be really short, and probably not make much sense, but ignore me if you're not following and just blog, okay (is this too much coercion, Lynnea?). I think that Harry was trying to imagine a friendship that he had before things happened, and I understand why he thought it wouldn't work. But I'm not Harry, and I am willing. It was hard watching 24 tonight. It was hard eating alone. I don't know if I can just jump back into things right now, but I think I'd rather try friendship and fail at that then not give it a chance because I screwed things up once already. Maybe you don't even read this anymore, and everybody else thinks this is mindless babble. We'll find out.
So who did see 24 tonight? What a show! I've never seen anything like that. It reminds me constantly that if my family ever is part of a terrorist plot, I need to kill them before they try and kill me. How else can you deal with it? That's what I'm talkin' about. Makin' some sweet moolah with Uncle Rico. Sorry, I really am all over the place. Hope everybody is doing well. Later.