I went to UP Town Center today. With my sister. We ate at Sbarro and I accidentally ordered two pizzas because I thought my sister said she wanted baked ziti _and_ pizza. Well, the pizza had really thick flimsy cheese on it. My sister and I basically circled UP Town maybe 5-6 times. And we went back to Ilang-ilang and I introduced her to Perfume: A Story of A Murderer. Yeah. She said it was disturbing. You know what, I didn't even cry today. Not even a little bit. But I still really miss home. I guess they were right in that it does get better, no matter what you're going through. Because just a few days ago, I felt like I was dying. And I still keep thinking about Ralph.