Almost there.

I have a dragon.
And his name is Ammie.
Not Amy. But Ammie. They sound different.
He sleeps on my kitchen floor. And I love him.

I'm really anxious to get moving to new and greater things.
But I have to be patient and take things one step at a time.

I feel funny.
And I miss Travis.
He's nice. He calls me beautiful even when I'm blowing my red nose and coughing up more lungs than I thought anyone could have.

I don't wanna go back...