Dear Journal:

Wow it seems as though it's been years since I've uttered that phrase on a web browser. It's nice to see you again. I seem to have missed how therapuetic you truly are. So yeah, I'm writing this in real time. That long pause there was me playing with Clover, Tara's rat. Yeah, I know. Me, playing with rats. How disgusting? No, actually they are quite the nice creature.

Let's see. They're small (well, some are) and cuddly. They give kisses and don't bite. They have cute little beadie eyes that you can never tell where they're looking or rather what they're looking at. They are the ultimate Pocket Pal as they call them. She's small, clean, friendly, and best of all...NICE!

Why did I log on...Oh God that is a good God damn question.

Well, my therapist is doing a pretty good job, but I'm not seeing immediate results. I think that I'm much better off talking to you and my readers (assuming that they haven't given up on my lack of writing).

I have to take Colin home. Yeah... Go figure, people I used to loathe.