A Strange Day

I'm not sure where to even begin with this one. I didn't get to have dinner with dad, like I hoped, but I did meet Caleb. A kid in the ICU who apparently tried to kill himself, though I didn't have the guts to ask how. Or why. And really, would someone who did that really want to talk about it? I don't know. And given we had only just met, I doubt Caleb would want to tell me anything personal, which is totally fine. I know I did enough rambling for the both of us. (why can't I ever shut up???) And Dad wouldn't really tell me anything about him, other than he needed observation. I don't know. Caleb seemed pretty stable to me, but I'm not a doctor, so what do I know? And I promised to bring him some books tomorrow, so I'm trying to stay up enough to wait for Tyler to get home so I can ask him what I should take. Because Caleb doesn't seem like the Twilight kind of guy. I guess we'll see.

Maybe I'll check out the Seafood Festival tomorrow night. I sort of thought about calling Isaac to see if he would want to go, but that's so lame. "Hey Isaac, wanna get some shrimp? Listen to me talk about absolutely nothing of importance for a few hours?" Ugh! I think maybe the Awesome Weirdness was just a fluke and I am officially changing the name of it to Wishful Thinking. Maybe I'll just go alone.