Tuesdays are just an extension of mondays. Same old thing in brand new drag. John wasn't there, though. I tried to call(I was gunna hang up if he answered) but the phone kept ringing. I hope he just his headphones on and writing or something. Deep inside though, I know he wasn't. I decided to take up the art of smoking. Cigarettes, that is. Rhonda's foster dad gets them for her, and so she is going to give me half. Newports I think. I dunno. I kind of dabbled in it last year, but I have nothing else to do. No one better comment and say "its bad for you, you can die, lalalala".