11-15-2004

Long week of clowning...I feel tired and sapped of strength. People always think I'm a giant clown doll or something...They come up slowly staring at me then jump when I turn to look at them. At least they get a good laugh out of it...There was a guy near to us that was raising funds for a S.O.S suicide hotline thing. He decided to get into social work after two of his best friends killed themselves. The weekend is finally over...Now school will take up my time. Not that I enjoy hearing my brother reading his school lesson: " 'My Pets'... Aunt Killa has a chocolate cookie. She lets it out from it's cage and it flies over to her finger. It hops on my shoulder sometimes. I'm afraid it will nibble my ear." He needs to work on his reading. I miss my past life sometimes. It always seems more fun than the present. But things could be worse and less exciting...So I'm thankful for my life as it is.