Hey. Can't stop. Got to go and make a few more friends on Facebook. It's the perfect substitute for actually having a real conversation with an actual person. I don't even have to leave the house. They type. Then I type back. Nothing too long though, because it takes much longer to type than it does to talk. So I take longer to tell them less. Isn't that amazing? And I have so many friends now that I haven't got time to contact all of them. But it makes me feel popular knowing I have sixty friends. Having said that, they're not all actually friends. I typed in their name because I remembered it from school. And I was bored. And they sent me a message. Then I realised why we hadn't stayed friends in the first place. And I can upload photos. So the few people that are interested (and stalkers/Interpol/FBI) can look at what I've been up to. Me in front of the Eiffel Tower. Me with a cocktail with a sparkler in it. I mean, I hate looking at other people's holidays photos, if I'm honest, but mine are really funny. Anyway. I don't think I'll be moving far today. Just to get more biscuits. Now, what was the name of the girl with blonde hair I met at the bus stop when I was twelve..?