Hunger Games

So, I've had some more time to think about meeting that Gwen person.

I don't think-

I don't know.

She likes the Hunger Games. Thinks it merits.

Uhm, no. The novels are terribly written and it's a rip-off of an earlier series, and it's just - I mean, it's entertaining, but...

Anyway, that's all irrelevant.

She did say I was pretty, so I suppose that counts in her favour.

I'm so fed up with the current weather, all that rain. It's too early for autumn, I want some more time to enjoy the trees being green and the flowers and the sun being out.

Prism is being irritable, says I'm being antsy. I'm not antsy.

Ernest still won't add me on Facebook. What is wrong with him?

Where is Jack?