for Jack

House was sitting on the bed in his room in the treehouse, thinking that maybe to fill some of the boredom he should start a diary. Except he was afraid anything he wrote would smack of twelve year old girls and heart-shaped locks. Dear diary, Today my boyfriend left me for an older guy. 900 years older. Before long he'd be scrawling No one understands me! while listening to Death Cab for Cutie.