All Points Bulletin!!!

This is an all points bulletin for Grant's guts. Have any of you seen my guts? My guts are missing and I would like them back.

Sometime this evening, during the numerous trips that were required because of stomach distress, my guts appear to have escaped. I would like them back.

Please, if any of you see my wayward guts, please send them home. We miss them.

That is all.

I don't understand. Maybe the inability to understand things is something that everyone else can live with. It almost never happens that I don't understand something. I just seem to 'know', even when there's no reason why I should.

And yet this . . .

I can't put THIS into any form that makes sense to me. I can't analyze it. I can't fix it. It just is. . .

I don't know what to do with emotions of mine, that won't be fulfilled. I didn't ask the world of her, nor expected that I'd recieve that much. A friendly smile, which she has in volume, and the occasional nudge towards familiarity was all I needed in the right now. But apparently that's too much. What do you do when the someone else necessary isn't interested?