I've gone blank. I am here and there, and the days pass, slowly blending in to one another. I am a lot dryer. Quietly laughing at the things I once took so seriously. I keep things to my own private self and am, generally, enjoying my own company. It could also be the beginning of my pride denying my loneliness. But I am almost certain it is not. I might be a lot colder to some, but those who are worthy still get that bright, smiling, charming ol' Cristina. Oh, and I would like to get my hands on some good weed. That would be excellent. I should put that on the top of my to-do list.