November 7, 1993 – Sunday – 10:17 p.m.

A lot is on my mind.

A bird flew my way today.  A bird who has flown my way many times before.  Perhaps she likes the moon?  Perhaps not.

Yesterday was Saturday.  Mom and Henry left that morning to go to Charleston, SC.  It’s their 10th anniversary.  I don’t know how my mom put up with him for so long.

I had to take Nate everywhere I went.  Well, Marcus and I and Nate went to Scott’s house to go fishing.  We had a good time, and afterwards stopped by Roses to buy Carman’s new tape.  Then we went to hang out in the Wal-Mart parking lot; a special Christian outreach thing was going on.  Music and mime.  It was great.

Youth group happened and then Marcus and Nate and I went to Christi’s house because Jason was back in town for a few days.  But absolutely no one was home.  We figured we would try tomorrow after church.

Church was weird this morning.  Afterwards, Nate went to David’s house and we went to find Jason again.  The rest of the family was home, but Jason left early that morning to go back to college.  

Christi and I finally got a chance to talk.  But I’ll have to write about that tomorrow.  Right now, I’m going to sleep; reliving the conversation in my dreams.

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