Whatever. Vacation was great. I found ten viruses in my inbox. Sarah's such a great person--we laughed through the whole vacation, and I could forget for a while. It also rained the whole time. Angels are crying. When I walk down the street, men look at me funny. You know. Never smiling or trying to pick me up, just an odd look. I do not have a rash on my face. I am not extraordinarily pretty. Maybe they can sense that something is terribly horribly wrong with me, or something. I hate this. I want to be rid of it forever. For you all who don't know what happened, I shall not say it here. If you don't know it's for a good reason. I do not have my chapter finished. It is not anywhere close. Gomen. I want to curl up and sleep for a long, long time.