March 13th, 2006

Why Me?

In his notebook, scrawled

There's something to be said for staying on my back this long. It's *illegible* to be writing, for one thing. I can't lay on my side or stomach, so gravity's against me. Not to mention my shoulder's killing me.

Alison finally fell asleep. She won't leave. God, I'm worried about her. *illegible*

When I get my hands on the guys that *illegible* them and make sure it doesn't happen again.

Assuming I live. But it might *illegible* for Alison if I didn't. This can't happen again.