I'm feeling amazing today. I wrote in a paper diary for the first time since I came back from New York, and I analyzed some of the polarity my emotions seem to have been taking. I feel fucking hopeful and good today. And Scott's on his way and we are going to go with P + M to go see the Harry Potter movie (say what you will, I liked the books.) And fuck, I lost track of time. I'm going to Berkeley, and Scotty is meeting me, and I gotta run, but I will write later. I'm feeling like things are so good, but I have a lot of problems. And I do throw that brick sometimes, and it really does make me feel better. Maybe I'm just a kid. That's it....