In the Words of Michael Buble

In the words of Michael Buble...

It's a new dawn

It's a new day

And I'm feeling good!

Well, to be more accurate, I'm feeling better. I'm almost done with the new HP book, and am very depressed about that. But I got an email from A.F. last night, and he said that he and Ibobst both have all limbs, and that Neens hasn't dumped his ass yet, so there is hope for them. I haven't heard from M.C. yet, and that's hard, as he's a good friend. I'm worried about him the most. His mom's been sick for a long time, and she's been going downhill for awhile now, and I'm afraid that his worst fear is going to come true, and that he won't be there to say goodbye to her. That's really hard.

But I had a nice chat with Ames, and that brought me even more out of the funk. Plus, the bestest news of them all: Peety is moving back to the Poconos! He's going to be right back where he belongs, next door, where he can attempt to drown my dates and steal my ids, and just be here again. I've lived with him next door for practically my whole life, I didn't quite know what to do with myself while he was gone. I missed him desperately. But now he's back, we've rescued him from icky Jersey. Life is good again.

Plus, I'm watching BNACAP right now. I love that eppie. Finn is in it! If anything can take me completely out of my funk, it's Finn. Or Matt. But he's in the wilds of Canada right now, canoeing some river. No cell, no lights no motorcar. Not a single luxury. I'll stop before I make myself depressed again. (Although he had very little to do with the funk to begin with. I promise.)

Katherine