SIGH

Gus says I need to quit sitting in Knute's room and "stewing" - I don't like stew. Gus said I should go to one of the other houses, but I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to leave Austin while I'm out on bail. I've been trying to call Brookie because I was totes thinking that like an apology could maybe fix things. Like, "Sorry I totes wasn't trying to kill you!" But Daddy's lawyers told me not to call her so I figure as long as I don't leave a message on her voice mail, I'm probably ok. She won't answer though, even though I got a group email from her saying that she was back home and doing fine, so I don't see what the problem is, for reals! I mean, I don't think you can call it a coma if you're not even unconscious for a whole day. Anyway, one of the things Daddy's lawyers said was that I need to quit writing about the whole thing on my bloggy deal but I'm like, "It's my life! I share everything with my fans!" So anyway, they may try to take down my bloggy thing, which would suck because now that Knute is gone, it's all I have to do all day.