If anyone has an axe that I can borrow, I'd be grateful. I think there must be something jumping around in my head because I've head a headache all weekend. It went away for an hour last night after I ate dinner, but it came back while I was reading ghost stories.

Now I'm drinking two year old hot chocolate. I think it's two years old. I'm pretty sure that we didn't buy any last winter. It tastes pretty good though. I wish I had some vegan marshmallows. October isn't right without marshmallows. They're more important now than in winter, because in winter I'll be too busy shivering to appreciate them.

She seems happy. Well, she did on Saturday when I saw her. We went on a field trip with ecology club to the stream at one of the parks. The chaperone that that drove us there was crazy, in a good way. She's a guidance councilour at the high school. She says she goes to board meetings to yell at the principal a lot. She fought the no hooded clothing allowed in school rule for us. The superintendent left a message on her answering machine apologizing. I told her about Kai and she said he should sue the school and maybe contact ACLU. She made cookies. She put weird music on really loud and sang along into a hairbrush, embarrassing her daughter. On hills she took her hands off the wheel and threw them in the air, yelling like on a roller coaster. She said she's never gotten into an accident because of that. She told us stories about her equally wacky family.

The ecology club adviser gave some kids waders. Mine were size 12 and I waddled around for a while before deciding that no matter how big my feet seemed, they weren't /that/ big. So I gave them to someone else and ran around on pointy, slipper rocks barefoot. I learned that streams are really cold in October. Kris told me there was broken glass, but I took my chances. I was too lazy to go all the way up the hill and find my shoes.