At The Fry House or "About to Leave"

I'm sitting upstairs at the Fry house with Vanessa. We are going to leave within the hour. I'm not quite sure why I'm writing this, as she is probably the only one who'll see this--at least the only one who will see this anytime soon. There is of course the chance that I'll do something amazing here that people will come from all around to see and then they might read this post. If that is the case, I apologize for how uninspiring you will likely find this and the rest of the book to be.