Randy's Thoughts Chapter 28

Journal Entry for Monday January 19, 1998

I believe it was Sheryl Crow who, in one of her songs, said "God I feel like hell tonight". I don't think I could agree more. It feels like somebody has glued a small marble inside my right nostril. This really had better be worth it.

Brad took one look at me when I got home Friday evening, and started laughing. I didn't realize what he was laughing about until I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror. It looks like the doctor took a piece of charcoal and rubbed it all over half of my nose. I'm going to guess this has something to do with the silver nitrate.

Mark has me kind of worried. He's been more quiet and withdrawn than usual lately, and not just to me and the rest of the family, but also to his friends. Every time mom tries to start talking to him about how he's doing, he'll abruptly leave the room or change the subject. You know, maybe he's the one who should be seeing my damn psychiatrist instead of me.

I can remember when Mark first started acting like he does now, back in July of last year. (God, has it been that short of an amount of time since then?). Anyways, mom just thought it was a phase he was going through. I guess she could be right, and it could just be a long phase, but I doubt it. Just like there is a fine line between hobbies and obsessions, there's a fine line between phases and ways of life, at least in my experience.

Some people would probably say it isn't my place to be worrying about Mark, but it really is. I mean, he's the only younger brother I'll ever have. (Mom assured me of this years ago). I mean, the four of us are a family, and we all need to be here for each other. Oh just listen to me. This coming from the person who tried to kill himself twice because he couldn't handle the way his life was going?

Mom found out that she'll start her new job on, oddly enough, my sixteenth birthday. (This is getting a little creepy. First dad's surprise, which I shouldn't be thinking about right now, now this? What's next? Or do I want to know what's next?).

Other than that, there's really not too much going on right now.

-Randy


A/N: Don't worry, I'm posting another chapter later on today. It should be a little bit longer.

I just want to take some time real quick, and I hope you do the same, to wish Jonathan Taylor Thomas a happy birthday. I figured that this would be the most appropriate of my stories in which to do this.

So, please R&R, even though it was a short and practically non-existent chapter. (Sorry about that).

Thanks for reading. I'll post the next chapter sometime after three thirty, and before four this afternoon. (Can't tell you when for sure, because it'll depend on what time I get home, and what time I need to leave to go to a doctor appointment).

-Yours truly, Randy Taylor