( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

I miss the black. I miss Serenity and the the open space.

It was all open and clear and I could think. There wasn't so much noise in my head.

But it's nice, being back here. I missed Dr. Claire. But she's changed and I worry it's too much.

I still miss Topher. I wish he would come back, even though I know he makes Dr. Claire sad.

Some days I feel like I've almost worked out this puzzle. And some days I want to break up the pieces. It's easier when you're mad. When you're put together, but still not whole, they get disappointed.

Sometimes, I have an overwhelming urge to electrocute someone.

That's probably not good.

Some days I love this place. And some days I can't stand it.

I really wish Buffy and my mom were here. And I think I hate my dad for leaving us back then. I wonder what life would have been like if we'd stayed in LA. Although the way Giles told it, Buffy was destined to go to Sunnydale some day anyway, so we might have moved even if dad didn't run off with his secretary.


I think I gave my mom a brain tumor.

So this is Colligo? Huh.

It sure is loud.