There's a hastily scribbled 'December 6' and a few inkblots at the top of the page. Who am I writing this for? Well, I suppose that could be debated. But anyway, I must write! House is coming along nice today. Decorations are looking good. Went to Fernbrook the other day, chatted a bit, came back today. Nice people there. Lyra and someone else. Talked about food and stuff. At least I got to talk about Ocean, gosh, she's really growing up. Hard to believe she was just a little bit of plasma once. The rest of the page is ripped off, as if the writer decided to stop abruptly.
No date this time, just a few barely legible sentences. Not much time to write now, have to talk to a girl. Don't know her name yet. Asking me about some other person. Oh well.
Past few weeks have not gone so well. I haven't been around Fernbrook much, all my travelling ended when we settled at Refract. I don't really mind it, though, it's not like I want to be away for months on end. But the few times I do go somewhere else usually don't go so well. Nobody seems to be around when I go anymore. Maybe they're just all spending time with their own families? Eh. I never really know. At least it's not like everyone just kind of up and left.
