Sep. 28th, 2003

It's amazing the things you don't really think about until they're gone. Like sleep. Not even if my creative writing grade depended on it could I really describe how much difference one good night's sleep makes. Ms. Blaire, I can't thank you enough.

. . . I guess, it's probably pretty much a surprise to nobody right now, but the Professor said it would be healthier for me to actually say it, so. I'm having some problems. Kind of . . . pretty big ones, that probably aren't going away in a hurry. I haven't been sleeping practically at all since I woke up on Monday, I'd get bad nightmares almost as soon as I fell asleep--I think that's mostly over with now, though, I talked to the Professor today and I'm going to be going in pretty regularly to see him, and I feel better about that part of things, and Ms. Blaire helped me sleep last night so I'm starting pretty fresh, and I'm going to try not to let it build up like that again.

The other thing is, my powers aren't working, and I don't know when they'll come back--the Professor says they probably will, he says it's almost certainly psychological, so that's part of what we're talking about, but right now they aren't. I thought people should know.

I also owe everybody an apology for how I've been behaving, and a couple people more specific ones. Doug, I was a big jerk, and you didn't deserve it; if you haven't given up on me already I'll try not to do it again.

Kitty . . . I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about what was going on. I wanted to, but I was being stupid and I didn't want to be a burden and, I'm just sorry. Can I make it up to you?

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