Work In Progress

Hey diary, I wrote a poem.

Science is great, Science is great, But the one who makes it work is the doc named Kate.

It's a work in progress. Maybe Gwen would like it.

Just about done with the formula.

I wanna tell Gwen about it. Want her to be there for my moment of triumph. But...she's been kind of distant lately. Like there's something bothering her. She's acting like everything's fine, but she keeps showing up late to class. And half the time it's like she's trying not to fall asleep.

And I'm not the only one who's noticed. I sneaked a peak at her grades the other day. They're slipping.

I should ask her about it.

Saw a news report about Spidey today. She got in a fight with that Kraven idiot over by the Bronx Zoo. Hope she's OK.

(More equations in the margins. They're now taking up almost half the page.)