Back from riding my bike three and a half miles around all these subdivisions. Damn my breathing problem. I can barely type. But, the writer must press on.

I'm a little depressed, actually, though riding my bike always help me think. Julia doesn't really like me, I'm sure of that now. She likes this guy in my choir named Adam. Oh well. I suppose I should give up and just be her friend.

Though, I still wish I had been at Irene's party.