"I like my wife. She's pretty."
"You don't have a wife Noah," Philip tells my seven-year-old brother who is unaware of the fact that he is not married.

As I was cleaning toilets and thinking about what kind of story I was going to fabricate about my life, I slowly realized I had no idea where the keys I was suppose to lock up with were. They were gone. So I looked all over, and the night soon became long, and I still didn't have my keys, and there was no one left after Jordan was gone, except Kelsea. So we began to search the school's secret files, and look through compartments we weren't suppose to know about to find the spare key. At one moment, while I was on the phone with an information supplier (a.k.a. one willing to leak intell), Kelsea found the keys, and turned off the light. She hung up my phone, and we walked out of the office, trying to go unseen by the security cameras. We were sneaking along walls, and trying to not set off alarms. I was moving a cart so it wouldn't trigger a reaction with the sensors, but it was scraping too close to the wall, and I watched as I blew the face off of an outlet. I watched blue sparks and smelled smoke, and Kelsea and I set the alarms and ran. It was the most fun I've had at work since I stole Jordan's mop bucket and ran right into the wall and water splashed 10 feet high.

I've had a decent-ish Monday. I did wake up late, and that sucked. Morbid dreams. But all around....

"I was thinking, this one time, that this girl evolved from a dandelion. You know, just in case."
-verbatim of what Jordan said to me when I was checking myself out in the mirror. (my life is not in sections, it is all one piece that scares me.)