This summer has me wiped out, and I don't know why.

Six Flags sure as heck isn't Cedar Point. I mean that in the social way, not in the running of the park way. I'm having fun, but not quite as much as I thought I would.

I was really into how much time I spent online, and I miss it. I miss, miss, miss it. I'm not sure if I'll work at an amusement park again.

Since mom and I moved, there is a serious lack of mail going on. Please send me some! (Pam, I haven't received yours yet.) I just want some silly postcards or real letters.

The last day of this season is October 27, 2002. I've decided to drive to Massachusetts the next day. I'm going to stay as long as Tap lets me. I don't know if I'll be with her or in a hotel, but I do know y'all are invited. You can fly to Boston to meet me or fly/drive/take a bus to Ohio to drive over there with me. If you're driving with me, my limit is three other peeps. Seriously, let's get some broad action going.

More with the me being tired. Is another list coming soon?

-M