I don't think I'm going to stay here anymore. It smells funny and I miss New York. I still don't have to go back to the others yet, but a part of me really wants to see them. I think my next actions are going to depend on where people want me to be, or if I make plans with anyone. Right now I'm in this state of limbo that I don't really enjoy.
Oh, and I have an adopted brother now.
Mike Marsh. We have the same last name already, so we won't have to argue on whose sounds better. We are going to celebrate our newfound brotherdom by going to Chuck E. Cheese's, even though the mouse himself scared the crap out of me as a young boy. It's time for me to become a man, though, and face my fears, to look into those big giant brown plastic eyes and laugh.
Okay. Now I know I've been alone for way too long. Someone bring me back to sanity, please?