It was causing me a headache since my head was a spaghetti plate of jumbled thoughts. I intended to visit her as soon as I was released from the hospital, but my mother would have none of it. She claimed she didn't care where I was going. I needed to relax, she said, and my father agreed, without saying anything in my defense. Parents!
The night before had been terrible; I had been tossing and turning all night, and when I eventually dozed off, Joseph the Mightier approached me and inquired as to why I was so restless. It appeared to be a dream, but I knew it wasn't. I found myself talking about Linda and how I felt about her.
He inquired if we had kissed yet, and he chuckled or rather giggled. When I told him yes, he informed me that now that he was awake, I should make sure to kiss
