(You may not understand any of this. I had my notepad out and wrote just what was on my mind at that very moment. No order, no references. Just totally random...)

.... It's just scary... I dunno.... Blank. ...My eyes hurt. What if it is a bomb? What if it went off? .... Ugh ... I don't even want to think about it. It's just scary. Think about something else. Please! I can't ... I dunno. I just want to get to White Plains. I hate tunnels now. I hate that kind of darkness. Reminds me of being trapped and how those people trapped in the rubble might've felt....

Ok ... please ... try and think of something else .... Blank. I dunno. I don't know what I'm thinking right now. Besides seeing myself standing there at the empty counter wanting a bottle of apple juice. And the cops. And the army guys. And the yellow tape. And the black bag on the floor. And that everything has a beginning and an end. Why not the world? I can't think anything but dark thoughts right now... I haven't seen that movie yet .... It's just scary. Bronxville. I should write about the dream as soon as i get there while I remember some of it.... What is with Johnny Depp and 'Hell' movies? ... A bomb scare ...and I was right there. How nuts is that? ... I really need a desk. Maybe Aaron could drive me to IKEA. He may not want to though. I wish Amber still lived in the city. I miss her so much. .... Ok ... that's creepy.

Love fall colors. Look at the leaves. I should call Amber when I get home. Shit! I still haven't called Bryan Fredrick. Why did I just call him Bryan? ... Ok .. that guy was kinda cute. But what's with the eyes? ... I still want apple juice..

... Almost there.