Bored, bored, bored.

Must get up early tomorrow to face The Dreaded Grandmother.

And by early I mean 9:00.

Spoke to Ryan.

He was talking in an almost not-just-friends kind of way.

Could be imagining things.

Spoke to Karem.

His best friend.

Said she asked if he liked me.

Answer indecisive.

We are acting like small children.

Why am I speaking in short stanzas?

I do not know.

A thousand times goodnight.