Stories I have of my hospital stays are quite morose, so I will tell a story of a trip to the Lago Mar, the hotel I love in Florida. One morning we went to the beach. I was dad surfing. Iz was playing in the sand. Mom and Mel were swimming. Leanne started waving at us to get out. We thought Steve Beers was on the phone so we got out right away. It turned out really Leanne saw a shark. Mom still teases dad about it.

So I'm in the hospital and night is when these places' best right hours come, when I'm recorded, reordered, restored.

I'm going to NYU next week for video eeg. My sister will go to grandma. My brother will go to Amanda. I wish we were going to the Lago Mar instead.

Maybe I can realize my dream of talking while sitting.

Abe is my name, math is my game.
909.12/3=303.04

My leg noticed my cranium has been leaving messages all week and it got the idea to pick up.

Burghers are important men who aren't nobel or clergy. They gave themselves as hostages to the English to stop the beatings in Calais.

I'm going to need someone really special to marry. She will need to like poop jokes.

I'm really style conscius. Too bad my mom, who dresses me, isnt.

My OT, Mike, is such a goober, but I really love him.

My errors are never held against me. Even when I do stuff on purpose I don't get in trouble. My mom put me in the corner once. I think my sibs loved it. The truth is, I should be in the corner a lot for kicking Iz, my little brother, but no one suspects.