Called Tagruato again. I keep getting that same machine. I almost have the message memorized by now.

Sorry – I really didn’t mean to come off as bitchy as I did in the last post. I’m just frustrated…..I miss my brother. I have had some great support from this blog (you know who you are) – so, thank you for that. I love you guys.

Special thank you to everyone who helped me with the bake sale outside Fred’s yesterday. We managed to raise over 1 million dollars, which is now going toward inbred monkey research in Somalia. We’re hoping that the monkeys, who have recently discovered psychic powers due to their repetitive, uncomfortable exposure to large-scale radioactive objects, will eventually lead us to the messiah. Actually, no one came to my bake sale – and I’m guessing that no one is reading this blog. Because no one cares. You bastards.

Still haven’t been able to track down Teddy’s old girlfriend, Jamie. As usual, no one is telling me anything. I wonder if she’s looking for him too? I heard that she was in New York.

Anyone know anything about the Chaui Station disaster? Anyone know a crew member who was on that rig? Please contact me.

Went over to help Mom in Phoenix. Seems like everything is business as usual. Thing I love about Mom is that she always kept our rooms just as we left them. I went in Teddy’s room and found a stuffed tiger he’d stolen from me in third grade. It was buried in the back of his closet. Mom took Teddy’s picture off the mantelpiece. I don’t know where it is.

Had another dream about Teddy last night. You know that last scene in that movie where the mute woman is hanging dead in the water? It was like that, except it was Teddy and he wasn’t dead or mute. He just stared at me and kept screaming, floating at the bottom of the ocean. I woke up and I was screaming too. Scared Peanut right into a corner.

Ok. I’m ready to meet other people who have lost someone. Are you guys out there? I know there are others. They can’t ignore all of us!