The next morning, I mailed my letter. I didn’t really expect a reply until at least Monday because tonight (Wednesday) through Saturday are sacred days and we’re not able to write or do any work. Despite that I knew Kate and I couldn’t write to each other, I still checked the mail daily to check if my letter was returned because I wrote the wrong address or some other mistake. I’m a bit neurotic that way. Actually, in every single way. Truth is, I’m really neurotic about everything. I always check to make sure I did all my homework right and that I did things such as dialing a friend’s phone number right or wrote the right address on a letter or e-mail.
The next few days were basically the same thing as the day before. I read books, comic books, checked the newspaper for the MLB standings and the score from last night’s Mets game. I went for walks. I did that for a few days and I actually liked it. Except Thursday. That day I mainly hid out with my sister, sometimes alone because my parents were fighting and my father was very cranky.
Now allow me to explain my interests. I love books. I especially love Archie Comics comic books and have three boxes full. I also like baseball. I’m a New York Mets fan. They totally suck, but I don’t care. I like them anyway for some strange, twisted reason I don’t remember. I also like my computer.
On Saturday night, I logged on to my computer and played some games online. I had a nice holiday so far, I suppose.