Terry got me talking again. Fudge. I could've just shut up, but no, talked like last time wasn't enough. Sometimes I wonder if I really have changed. I used to be soooooo quiet that I hated it. I still am but not as quiet as i used to. Maybe it's depends on the person. Terry makes me talk but I really don't like what's coming out of my mouth now. Or maybe it's just one of those days when I'm not too secretive (as if I am, I have no secret anymore!). Man, I surely have to think first. I could be so tactless. At least he and I could be friends. He's alright.