Date: August 15, 2008

Jamie here. God, I've gotta figure out a decent way to start these.

I left pretty early this morning to beat the traffic (not that there's much of it around here) and it still took me most of the day to even get to Oil City. By the time I got here, the store where Mom had made the charge was closed, so I'm holed up in a motel until tomorrow when I can actually get some information.

This place is pretty fucking gross on the outside, but it's cheap and it doesn't look like it has bedbugs. The lady at the front desk was pretty nice. Figured it couldn't hurt to ask, so I showed her a picture of Mom from my graduation. She said she hadn't seen her, but I could probably ask around the other places if I wanted. So I've got the door locked 3 separate ways (I brought a bike lock with me. It was Dani's idea.) 

This is kind of nice. It feels almost like it did my first couple of nights at Dani's. We were both so freaked out and I don't think she really knew how to handle a teenager, so she let me kind of do whatever I wanted. I slept whenever I felt like, ate Cocoa Puffs for dinner, and she came home from work too late to really stop me. I was kind of losing it inside, but everyone was convinced the cops had it handled. All I had to do was hold my own. I guess she's trying to compensate with this whole "Type A" thing she'd got going now.

I actually found some Cocoa Puffs in the gas station a couple hours back. It was one of those that kind of doubles as a grocery store, and I thought about getting milk, but I was worried it would spoil (if it hadn't already). They're just as good dry anyways. 

This bed kinda sucks. It's pretty hard, and I'm a little worried about what might be in the mattress that I can't see. I think I'm gonna curl up on top of the blankets for tonight. Better call Dani first, let her know I got in somewhere safe.