like throwing up again. Fucking heat!!!

writes another esoteric letter.

coated in a thin layer of dried whipped cream.

fucked up on lack of sleep, the heat, and a morphine derivative.

watches "Bones."

tries to figure out how to take public transit from here to the Westfield Mall, and succeeds.

a heat-induced headache or something.

writes an esoteric letter.

what would happen if the fire in his mind were displayed before the minds of others.

tells himself what Sarah told herself when she started down the Labyrinth.