Continuation.

Lindsay is still playing music that seems to please me, minus a few knock off techno songs. I've looked at Matt's pictures a gazillion times. Taylor still isn't off work. I begin to think that I'd rather have the fake emotion than the unnerving waiting feeling. That's all it is, waiting. Lindsay has now grown bored and frustrated with her maze game. She's groaning every time something goes wrong and when she hiccups, its this high pitch sound that startles you the first few times. Then you get use to it and it's not all that bad. I feel almost weird saying this, but I am FREEZING. Its June in Texas and I'm shivering? That doesn't seem quite right, but I won't say anything. Lindsay is wearing shorts, not cold at all. Now the cat which they That Cat is laying on me. So I'm being clawed on my stomach, and its getting pissed because I stopped petting it. Every time I stop, it forces more of its weight on my stomach, and moves up to my chest, nudging me. Lindsay finds it humorous, she giggles at it and then continues being frustrated by her game. Finally That Cat gets off of me to eat food. My stomach is red, but not bleeding surprisingly. We're listening to The Ting Tings now. One of there lesser known songs, I couldn't tell you the name. Taylor should be back soon. Matt will be erased from my mind until Taylor falls asleep later tonight, then this guilty feeling will come over me. But why? Matt doesn't waste his time thinking about me, if he's even sober enough to think of me or remember who I am. I'm ridiculous. Oh sweet. Lindsay's listening to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs and giving a small victory laugh to her game. Perfect. She's winning and I am madly in love with Karen O, but not in the gay way?

I am Jack's unnerving sense of wanting.