Five days until I get to see Jack again. I’m counting each feverish minute. My mind is whirling with thoughts, wondering what his “good news” will be. I can barely wait, but I’ve been trying to keep myself steady. Being sick and excited has a nasty interaction, they seem to enhance each other. My stomach is like a blender filled with runny eggs, shells and all.

Everywhere I go with Regan recently causes a scene. She yelled at Mrs. Waterhouse during skills training yesterday, and that was after an equally upsetting morning at group with Dr. Cruizie. I don’t understand her bravado. She acts like she doesn’t care what happens to her. It’s going to get us both in a bad way.