Not much has been going on. not much at all. The illness and fever are finally giving way. I'm feeling better. M is currently on the road to recovery. Dani has been calling like a bothersome pest. I know I need to bring her presents. And I will once I'm better. Being ill makes me tired. and worn out. And naty feeling. No one's contacted me. and by no one i mean the same old someone. PRD. I don't care. I don't. I'm to tired too. I need to focus my mind. on my own thing. Tomorrow shit will begin. The old order will end. I can't waste anymore time. dicking around. Pretending. Faking it all. I feel blah lately. and don't care to feel any way else. I need to spend more time writing. I want to write a child's book. A few nice stories. Off-the-wall kind of shit. I need to start making my millions. I can't be poor forever. Broke. Working for DA MAN. Can't keep wasting all my precious quickly passing time. I have 7 years to make it. 7 years before I plan on settling down. and doing nothing. I have so many plans and dreams and wishes. I need to do this shit. Make it happen. Right? It will if I work at it. Right? I've watched the last 22 years go down the drain. I've decided I'm not going to watch the next 22. I won't. I can't. I. I wish K would come back home. not just for me. but for SEB too. We miss him. Her in a loving way. Me in a nice friend way. He's nice to talk too sometimes. I miss everyone eventually. O. Damn you. PRD. Just damn you. DFN.