"Give me a conversation starter," I said to him as he giggled by my side. Always giggling. Giggle, giggle, giggle. Shall we stay or shall we go? Stay and write in Panera or go next door and play Super Mario World on GameStop's Wii? Hmm. Tempting. I would like to play the whole game, but I think the guy working there may get sick of me and kick me out. I know the guy sitting next to us in Panera is getting sick of us giggling. So that's what it comes down to-- drive the guy in Panera mad, or drive the guy at GameStop mad. What will it be, Malcolm?

We also have to go to the laundry-mat. He's here another four days and i leave tomorrow. He needs clean clothes. He asks me why I have to wash my clothes since I'm going home tomorrow, and I say, "what? You don't want me to have clean clothes?" And then we start giggling again, because we have a tendency to turn everything into a joke somehow.

He's reading over my shoulder now. And giggling.