I am hot and sweaty and stinky and I have sores on the sides of my feet. I love this feeling. I have to get up at 5:30 tomorrow morning. I can't wait. I love horse shows, and I know I'll have a great time.

Georgia was wonderful, in case you were wondering. I was so happy, except for the last night when I remembered that I had to go home in the morning. The plane trip back was only one hour and twenty-six minutes! And no, there were no delays. I actually arrived at the gate just as they started to board. I got my fill of "The Life" laying out at the pool and eating out. I even got to taste Chick Filet's famous chicken. And Zaxby's. Why is chicken so popular down there?

I really feel kinda confused. What else is new, right? I feel so insignificant, like there is nothing I can do to change the course of events that starts me rolling down a mountainside with no brakes. Or someone else....

Emmiline told me that I have friends. Well, actually, I told her that I have no friends, and she pointed it out for me. I don't like her. I'm sure she's a wonderful person, I just don't get along with her that well. I resent the fact that I have no friends. I'm going to see a movie by myself tomorrow night. Maybe I'll go with my imaginary bunny friend. Maybe I'll call him Frank.