I finally got a hold of him. He doesn't seem alright, even though he says he is. I really doubt it. I can tell he is depressed. Because I am too. I just wish it was Sunday already. On Sunday, I get to see him for like a couple minuets, just so I can drop off his present. But, it's what I need. It will be enough until the next time I see him. I will just have to deal. Early Monday morning I'm leaving for Las Vegas. I might not be able to see him all break. Which sucks. And really makes me sad. Well, I am gong to try and get a hold of him.
Out.
