Good fucking day. Just something about it. I wrote Brittany a six page letter and it was good, too. I was proud of it. Went to Shannon’s after school to watch Melrose Place. Good. Came home and fell asleep. Had dinner with Mom, Mema, and Kathy. Studied English words. Watched TV. Talked to Brittany and she’s excited about smoking cigs and the p-word. Me too.