i don’t know what to write, i read a children’s book from eightteen ninty-something and it was kind of funny in a depressing wrong way, and then i read a sad story about the shooting in that one church. but i just came from a mexico meeting. the kind that i like where i talk to dan and ask him questions and think about stuff. i can’t wait to go. it is going to be so much fun and so much more than fun too.

four days, ten hours, eight minutes and fifty seconds.

edit: i packed. not all the way, but enought to see what more i need. i might run out of socks, but i will be able to tell better tomorrow after i do my laundry.

four days, eight hours, thirty-two minutes and thirty seconds.