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I did a Mitzvah today.

Visited the sick. Remember Michele? She tried to commit Suicide? We went to visit her today. She's awake. But not really. I mean her eyes move and she can twitch and stuff, but she's eating through a tube and has this thing in her throat, like what that woman had in the anti-cigarette comercial. She was just sitting there. She responded to us. Her mother was there. She kept on telling us how wonderful we were, how we were Michele's real friends. I don't know who the visit was better for. The mother or the daughter.

It gave me the creeps though. Just seeing her like that. I wanted to leave. I couldn't bring myself to touch her. I have trouble touching people normally; it's a part of the autism, but I felt like I would get sick or hurt or something. I felt terrible. I kept on remembering my grandmother. She was really sick when I could remember her. In a wheel chair and old and sort of vegetable like. She scared me too.

We're going back later this month. I don't know if I can go back. It's the good thing to do... but I just... can't. I don't know.

My dad's going crazy having to fill out morgage forms. Which is driving us crazy. He took a lovely spill on Saturday. He was on his bike and took a tumble. He comes home and his left side is bloody and scraped. Mom was almost in a panic. *shakes head* He bled through three different bandagings.

I don't know what else to say really.

Guess there isn't really.