Hello, Blog. You never call me anymore. You never write. Why don't I ever see you anymore? I'm hungry right now. You could bring me some food. We could chat over some lo mein and hot and sour soup. I bet your fortune cookie would be great, yours usually are. It used to be nice when you and I went for walks in the park or just around the block. What happened to us? I was just writing to let you know that I was thinking of you. Always at 1:11 in the afternoon. You used to say "Make a wish." I miss that sometimes. Well, later.