2002-07-26 - 8:37 p.m.

Helpin' the (ex) pack. Lotsa books. I feel like how I used to feel at Christmas when I was a teenager�not mine, not mine, not mine, not mine, not mine, not mine, not mine, mine (yay!), not mine, not mine, not mine, not mine, not mine. Not that I want my little cousin's shiny red fire truck, I just want something to be mine, even though I know that the feeling is stupid, and even though my selfishness embarrasses me.

She can't see me type this right now�there's a brown wall of boxes of books separating us.