I know it's been forever.  Try un-packing when you're swamped with work.

As soon as I get inside Count D's he puts me to work.  This is the only time I've been on the computer.

Some dude bought Phillpe the dolphin.  I hope they don't make him do too many tricks.  But Chris misses him so.  I feel sorry for the dude.

Mr. Dective also came by.  He's pissed.  Apparently someone was pecked to death by a rooster and he blames it on D, as usual.

Quite frankly, I don't care.  I'm just here to gather fear, nothing else.

The day I left, my BF Ryan didn't even come to say good-bye.  All my friends were there, but Ryan wasn't.

He's also been acting strangely lately.

Boys are so hard to read.