Dear... conscience,

You did pretty well watching Transformers. You thought about how every time Jay would see that yellow Camaro he would say, "God, what a hot f***ing car!" and I would laugh because that's all he really cared about. You thought about how he would light a cigarette halfway through because he was nervous about screwing things up with me...

Whatever.

For a split second, my mind told me I HAD to go visit him at jail tomorrow. I had to.


But I shouldn't.

Please start making sense soon.

Megan