Still can't sleep. I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't get my head clear. Seeing Father Peter at his house tomorrow instead. He changed the date. I think he's...well...let's just say I think I know what he's up to, and I hope he's enjoying himself. Me, I'm going to kick him again.
To scones. I made some. And then everyone else ate them because I forgot to. I might fix myself a late night banquet.
I just want to be around people. People make me happy. Normalcy makes me happy. Too much drama makes Deirdre's head hurt.
Melissa makes me happy.