Dear Journal/Sweets,
Oh, dear. That's mostly all I can say. Booth has a horrible backache (mainly caused by Brennan trying to fix his backache), and so he's stuck at home. Guess who Brennan's decided we're working with? Perotta. She says Perotta knows the Jeffersonian, which makes the temporary change easier. But we all strongly dislike the lady, to be honest.
In other news, though only slightly less depressing, Fisher is the grad student working this case. He's really weird. Like, seriously. I'm just like, Dude. Stop talking. I much prefer Wendell. Well, Zack, but Wendell is my second choice.
Okay, so this victim was part of some thing called ImagiCon. Yeah. Sci-fi geeks. Fun.
I'll be mostly staying home, helping Booth on this one, which is where I am now. I only anticipate being at the lab a little bit.
Brennan feels bad for messing up Booth's back so badly. I feel bad for her, you know? She just wanted to help him. He's not upset with her, though. I don't see that happening. I've heard them talk on the phone a lot, and I know she'll be over as much as she can.
I must say, Booth is absolutely hilarious on Vicodin. He's in a lot of pain, which makes me sad, but still. He just rambles on and on, so I've been laughing. I mean, there's nothing else to do here. There's nothing on TV during the day. I'm reading some anthropology books, and Booth was rambling on about me turning into a Squint. Hmmm.
I don't think Booth likes Perotta, either. That makes... well, everyone. You would think she'd, you know, take a hint. She's supposed to be some great investigator. I mean, you would think she'd pick up on these things. Then again, Booth and Brennan are the best team of investigators (Well, in my opinion, but this is my journal), and they don't see the whole love thing.
I need to stop hating on Perotta so badly. I'm starting to feel guilty.
Eh.
I think I'm going to go make lunch and then maybe write some poetry or something.
Peace out,
Lily