Dear Mrs. Cootiesniffer,

   What makes me laugh? Not much...at least not right now. I can feel my face smile sometimes (a particular story about a woman standing in the doorway of a bell tower and a bunch of rain dumping down on her...for instance) but I don't feel the laughter inside. Does that make sense? Auto pilot is the best way I can describe it. I do things without really knowing I did them....I take notes in class and the next time I look at those notes I don't recall writing them. I frequently have no idea how I got to bed, etc....yep...auto pilot. Scarey, really.

Michelle