Quite a bit. Had a good cry and then I just kept going.
What else can I do? Not much. Thats what.
So I'll keep moving and I'll keep reading my father's journal and keep alive.
Speaking of the journal... before last nights rude break-in by Mc Slender-No-Manners-Pants, I haven't read much of anything interesting so far.
I'm through 2005 and onto 2006 and the most my father has mentioned is stuff about how he's noticed I'm not talking to my friends as much.
I don't remember this very well. So either I just grew out of those friends or what that binary post way back said is true and that this so-called nectar has changed my behavior.
So yeah... I'm just going to keep going. Just keep moving on.