notes

Ki,

I’m up early and enjoying reading all sorts of books. I’m enjoying life after quite some time. My face has cleared up almost completely. The meds and that cream have worked magic.

School
is going well. This class I’m taking is one of my best; she is a good English teacher, this one.

You
should write me notes on your surroundings, the streets, and so on. I’d love a good mental picture.

Are
you writing? How is your iBook fairing over there? I’m feeling better this morning, so far. Watched a hell of a lot of Firefly while in the trenches. This cold shit is rough.

Big Brother
is crazy. Cowboy, of all people, won the last Power of Veto—the most powerful one of all, because with it, he had to decide who would leave. He chose Nakomas. Now it’s him, Diane, and Drew left. Tuesday is the last night.

Rudra
is grooming K., all of a sudden deciding to lunge at her like a little goddamn vampire. I brake this up. He grooms her, lunges again. She is now angry, growling, being a little bitch, but I can’t blame her. This is no way to behave. She goes from putting her head down, after he is gone, to hearing suspicious sounds and jumping up wide eyed as all hell.

The Player
I caught after class. She chose the last guy, finally. The twist was he was told he had decide to stay with her and give up his player ways, or remain a player without her. Surprisingly, he chose to be without her, even after he had won! For this, they surprised him with a new car. It was mostly sad and ridiculous. I’m baffled and torn.