Tuesday, 5:36 p.m.   What can You Say to Me in 10 minutes? Cringe, cringe, cringe, wince, sigh. My back hurts, my quads hurt. I blame pushing gigantic snowballs. Every movement I make is another sledge-hammer's blow to my back. It rained a lot today. It's supposed to snow tonight. I was glad for the rain. It was cold but it was beautiful. I love the rain. I love it here. Seattle on the southern hemisphere. Kajsa would love it. I know I do. It's not much longer, now. Everytime I think it my heart is ripped apart I was thinking about you today, I was thinking about how glad I was I came here. I know it was really hard those first few weeks, for the both of us, but we're okay now aren't we? We survived. We weren't so sure at first, but we did. I hope you're doing as well as I am. Do you hope I'm as happy as I'm pretending? I love emo music! I love Dashbaord Confessional! I love screaming infidelities. I deserve you you deserve me we're meant for this My ten minutes is up. What have you got to say? ----------------- 7:19-7:29 p.m. What can I say in ten minutes without distraction? Anything of value? Doubtful. but we'll see. I'm reading "Feed" again. It's a really good book. I strongly suggest you read it. I wonder, if you had a feed in your head, internet everywhere, all the time, non stop 24/7. It dictates your thoughts practically, what about like, viruses and things? And also the propaganda that everyone can use. And the companies that market to you. And can they read your thoughts, since it's planted directly into your brain? I just... hope it never happens. Can you even imagine? Anyway. My parents came home fifteen minutes after I got online that first time. They "found a good mall" or something. Whatever. No such thing. I hate malls with passion. I suppose one day, a saturday or something, I'll go to a mall and just watch people. See what people are buying, what they're wearing, what they think is in. Make fun of them. I would really enjoy that. I could write stories about people. Make up lives for them. Little secrets and pretend confidence. I think it would be fun. It would be funner if someone came with me, though. Anyone up for it? ----------------- 9:52 p.m. I'm tired like an old person at midday.