Concussion...

So, as Cait mentioned, I have a concussion. How, you may ask? I hit my head on. my. fridge. So stupid. James was making jokes and i laughed and hit my head. Sure just a bump on the noggin... right? Wrong. It still hurt three days later. So, I succumb to the absurdities of my friends and go to the doctor. Completely unnecessary. Turns out, I have a concussion and my brain is swollen. How dumb. So now I get to sit around and do nothing so that my heart rate won't go up so my brain will stop swelling... yipee. *thick sarcasm*. All because I'm a stupid ditz. I told my mom about the incident and she threatened to come to my house and bubble wrap everything... I didn't think that was very funny... 

Anyway, Cass and I got a letter from Chris today! It was so sweet. I miss him so much. I just want him to come home. But I had a very momentous thing happen on September 11, I'm ok with Chris being gone. I was angry before, but I understand why he's doing it now. I still miss him, but I'm proud of him. 

Cait is right. William has been acting strange the past couple weeks. It seems like something is wrong but he won't talk to anyone. He won't talk to me no matter how much I ask, and I know he isn't talking to Cass because she's a bit annoyed with him, and Cait says he's not talking to her and if he was going to talk to anyone it would be his sister. I wish I could help him, but I don't know what's wrong. Cait, you should try to get it out of him...

Anyway, I don't have much else to write so I better get back to doing nothing. 

a raggedy ann in a barbie doll world,

Elizabeth