I was sick. Truly I was. And I'm not just saying that 'cause I had this huge rough draft due today that was suppose to be seven pages long. And I only had three.

It wouldn't have mattered anyway. She never counts the pages. Just if you had it. Completion points. Gotta love 'em.

If you have read Wuthering Heights. Please contact me. You can help me with my paper analysis. "In Connection with Soulmates" Easy angle, isn't it? Let's go.

I don't want to talk about anything too personal just yet. I don't feel like it is the right time. I'm still trying to collect myself. I feel so scattered all over the place. I'm sure you know how I feel. So breathe a little and I'll breathe too and we'll be okay.

It's not that late. It's not that early.

I finished 7 pages.

And I'm not even done yet.

I'm suprised I had so much to talk about.

10 pages, here I go.

Ja ne! (In case you don't know japanese that means 'See ya later.' Clarification notes. Gotta love 'em.