001

I don't know what to do with Paul. He's getting weird, or maybe I am, but something somewhere has to give. I can't breathe around him. I'm suffocating, not breathless.

I think it's me. It feels... internal. Not the emotional kind of internal - physical, it's all physical at this point. I know it's never a good sign when I start to detach like this. It's a harbinger, like losing my sense of smell. I'm hoping it doesn't get to that point.

Something needs to happen. I feel like something might.

002

I got my car keys back this morning after two unbearably long weeks. I shouldn't complain - it was supposed to be a month. I can't believe I got grounded for civil disobedience, though. Of all the things I do that I shouldn't, this is what I get in trouble for? I maintain that if I hadn't been arrested in front of a television camera I would have gotten off scott free.

To celebrate and/or punish myself - it's anyone's guess after last night - I met Paul for breakfast before school. We now share custody of a pair of A's tickets. Not that I would ever dream of skipping school the day after getting un-grounded. Why waste a dream on that? Better to just do it and get it over with.