Saturday, December 13, 2003
His test went fine, by the way.
Thanks for asking.
Yes, I made it through everything.
I won't thank you for that.
And when I laugh tomorrow and tape my fingers together when wrapping presents and make cookies for my father and ride my pony, I won't think about you.
Because I'm tired of thinking about you and worrying about you and caring about you.
It gives me a headache.
I met an 8 year old girl named Kyra on my flight today. We played with our seats and tray tables, and a dime rolled along the floor. I didn't bother picking it up.
There are much better things going on. Too good to be worrying about a dime.
Or you.
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