What a nice day. Eric came home with me and we made a pie. Even though neither of us can cook worth shit. We cut all these apple things up and i cut my little finger. I bled and stuff. Then, we made the dough for the pie crust, but i made about 2 times too much. So we made this pie, and ate it, and it was cute. Then we went to Steak n Shake and talked about boring things. I really want someone i can have on hand 24/7 to just talk smart with. But Eric is a good boy, and although he doesnt talk smart, he is nice enough to put up with me and pay for my french fries. He says he could never get mad at me. For some reason, that made me feel really nice.