To a very lovely, lonely cripple:

I hope you are feeling better, dear.
Maybe you are eating good food,
and cuddling with Emily.
Maybe you are reading inspirational novels,
or watching some sappy Julia Roberts film.
Maybe you are wheeling yourself around,
prepared to impress Herron High with your speed.
Or, maybe, you are bored.
I am.
I kind of like it, though. I'm not used to it.
I am not done with my homework, and I am being forced to look at scholarships,
since my college meeting is tomorrow.
BUT
I'm taking it slow.
Chill.
I'm cool as a cucumber,
which my father is in the process of putting into a salad.
GROSS.
This whole college stuff is stressing me out.
Rachel, with whom I am speaking, is not helping, the poor dear.
Boredom over.
Abort, abort.
Stress has taken over!!!!!!!!
I know this is short,
but I think I'll start doing short,
more frequent,
frequent,
frequent blog posts.
I think it could be soothing.
So,
goodbye.