Well, I have a phone now, but it’s not my old one. My new parents got me a new phone. It’s nicer than the old one, I think. They didn’t say, but maybe I hurt the old one when I was blacked out. I don’t remember. That might be why they didn’t give it back to me when I woke up–because it was broken, not because they didn’t trust me. It’s a nicer interpretation, anyway. I feel a little less crazy for it.

Then again, maybe they have the GPS activated in this one so they can keep track of me. They did tell me to keep it with me at all times.

It’s a nice phone, though. Nice camera. I’ve been taking pictures of Baxter all evening, not that I’ll post any of them here.

I’ll show you that thing I was talking about soon. After school tomorrow, probably.