Dear journal,

Hallo journal~ I'm feeling so much better today. Yesterday I just couldn't write. My hand cramped up. I'll admit, I'm still in a bit of pain from the crash.

Not even I can heal so quickly from something like that. But it's okay. I'm getting better already! At least I don't have to walk around on crutches.

     Letty is a teenager and is calling herself Samantha. Alejandro's a baby and Daniel can't shut up about it. It's supposedly the most adorable tiny baby and he's going to cuddle him so much.

     Poor baby.

     I haven't interacted with them yet. I'm still struggling with my emotional and physical strength. I don't think I could handle things like that right now.

     I talked with Edward recently. He wants to get married soon. I couldn't agree more. Somehow the conversation turned flirty and I made his nose bleed. Then I made him pass out. Oops.

     He woke up not to long after, but he went right back to being a perfect person again. He doesn't even have to try to be that awesome. He makes me feel so tingly inside. But a good kind, don't worry.

      Gilbert and Arthur are living with Francis, now, too. Great. More people I need to hit. What's next?! Antonio falling from the sky?! I wouldn't be surprised anymore.

     What else is going on? Um, I talked to Alfred ( snapped) and he was. . . Meh. I don't know. We're friends now and I've gotten two hugs from him. With blackmail, of course, he's not turning soft any time soon.

     I need bridesmaids. Only a few. Edward and I decided on a small wedding. So, I just need one or two. I think I'm going to ask Julchen(?) to be my maid of honor. She is my future sister-in-law after all.

     Everything else is basically planned already. I don't think there is much else going on.

     It was 9/11 yesterday. I should pray, excuse me.

-Hungary