Dear Diary: Someone walked by the house today when I wasn't looking, but I detected no strange smells in the vicinity, so things will probably be OK.
Dear Diary: Found a bit of hair in the bathroom sink. Have been wondering where that had gotten to.
Dear Diary: Woke up to find a few tufts of cotton stuck to the bedroom ceiling. Probably should keep an eye on the cat for a while. Something suspicious going on.
Dear Diary: Today isn't Tuesday any more. I'm still not sure how that works. This just doesn't seem like it could really be normal. I'm getting to be very suspicious of the calendar.
Dear Diary: How are you anyway? I keep writing to you but you never answer. Does this seem like a healthy relationship? Hello?
Dear Diary: I ate a cookie. Top that, if you can.
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Me? Thinking that it may all be as bad as it sounds.
