"He was part of my dream, of course -- but then I was part of his dream, too!"

I've slept. I feel better. I was more exhausted than I thought. I haven't been sleeping well lately. I guess it's partially because of Mum and Dads hours. I only get to see them at certain times and I hate to miss it. I like my parents. We've never really had one of those angsty teenage phases where we love and hate eachother at the same time. We just sort of co-exist. We love eachother, no doubt and despite not seeing eachother all the time, we're a close family. Closer than some anyway.

I've been thinking a little about what happened earlier and I think I must have been imagining things. Maybe it was the heat? On foggy days like these things tend to get a bit muggy. The air is heavier than usual, even if it is artificially pumped in through AC units. I always feel sluggish on days like this, but never to the point where I've had hallucinations. But there's a first time for everything! It's almost time for Mum to get home. There's an hour between when she gets home and when Dad starts, so we usually fit dinner in then. Mum said she'd bring something with her, normally I cook. I like to cook and it means we can spend that time as a family. I haven't heard from either of them today. Funny, I haven't seen Dad all day either. I kind of assumed he was up on the roof with the Cacti, making trouble. But no, doesn't look like it. Our house keys, which we keep on us at all times (it's a swipe card, they can use it to identify you aswell....means you don't have to carry around a drivers licence IF you can drive. I can't. Seems pointless really, what with the whole "go outside too often and die" thing. Excuse my pessimism) have small chips in there, that mean you can monitor where members of the household are, IF they're inside the building. So, I can see if Mum is down in the gym. Or if Dad is up on the roof. Mum's offline, obviously, but Dad should be. Unless he's gone out, though I can't imagine why. Dad doesn't venture out much aside from work. Mum's a regular social butterfly, but Dad, well, I'm a little more like Dad. I prefer to keep to myself, do my own thing. I meet up with my friends every so often, obviously, but they respect that thats the way I am, so they never feel neglected.

These chips mean I can send messages down to whatever floor their on through the intercom system. Or send direct messages to their Comm devices. Their not personalised or anything, though I've heard you can write your own in some buildings. Ours is a little older, so we can only send things like "Dinners Ready!", "Where are you?" (that one's always seemed a little redundant to me..) and "What are you doing?" And the responses are just as bad. We usually stick to our Comms for getting in touch with eachother. But the home system is good if the networks down, which happens alot in our building and in most places, the gas tends to rustle up some sort of interference when it makes it's appearence.

I got a letter today, I'd almost forgot. I don't get mail often. Sometimes from Berry, but only if it's something that can't be emailed or uploaded. This doesn't look like it's from him though. I'll let you know if turns out to be something exciting...