Thursday, September 15, 2011
We're moving again. I found a box outside the hotel room door today with my name on it. Why did I bother opening it? I feel like puking. Inside was a little toy mouse, a microscope slide with a drop of blood on it, and a name tag belonging to Doctor Chavez. My fault. I don't want to check and see if he's missing. I'm going to have to, though. My fault. No time for more right now. Using some wi-fi at where we stopped for lunch for a quick post. I flipped slightly. We were planning on heading out today or tomorrow, anyway.