Sunday, September 18, 2005. I just watched his little green Saturn pull out of the driveway. I cried when he told me goodbye. There were no tears in his eyes, even though he told me he was going to miss me. What will I do? How will I face each day without him here? Everywhere I turn there are reminders of Marv. Stares at me stoically from atop his PC monitor; the Mac cap.

I will start to post entries seeing as i never have before, i can use a journal like thing to vent into, and record whats currently going on or not going on in my life. but im gonna keep everything friends only even if im the only one who reads it. sometimes it feels like i have noone there. maybe its because i really dont.

Obama attacks Bush administration policy, describing it as ad hoc. 8220;It takes a lot of your prefrontal.

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