I know she's up to something, but I don't know yet what it is. I can't put my finger on what it is that tells me this, but I know she's up to something.

Every time she and Bree pass each other, it's almost like a private gigglefest. When asked, they just said that it was 'an inside joke- we wouldn't understand'.

I get this strange feeling that something is going on, like I'm the only one who isn't in on the joke.

Hawk is sending me on a mission – by myself. No backup or anything. That's what is really strange. What really caps it off is that the identity of the guy I'm supposed to rescue- it's Chuckles.

It's only supposed to take a couple of days, but we know how things like this go. Something always comes up.

I love my daughter, but there are just some things she does that get on my nerves. I know that she won't do anything to intentionally hurt someone, but she sure comes close some days.

I'm not looking forward to next week. I don't relish the prospect of growing older. My birthday is coming up on the fourth, and I think the recent happenings have something to do with it.

Oh, well, I'm not going to worry about it. I'm not going to let the stress get to me. That's what they want. I'm not going to play their game.

A.J. is doing a lot better these days. She's back to her spunky little self, and her schoolwork is back to where it's supposed to be.

She's gotten to where she is giving Airtight a run for his money as a practical joker. That's okay. As long as she lets me know what she's doing, I'm okay with it. As long as I'm not the target.

Oh, well. I'm going to have to move my butt if I'm going to be able to do this mission. A.J. is supposed to be staying with one of her friends.