I got up at 6:30. I got to work at 7:30. I didn't have my keys. I went for Red Bull, then walked back home, the long way. My housemates still weren't up, so I sat on the doorstep for half an hour. I got the builder from next door to help me break in. I got my keys. I came back to work. I've had 4 hours of sleep, and I'm not going to get to bed again til 3 if I'm lucky. However, it is a beautiful day and my path to work was strewn with petals this morning, so it's not all bad. The thing that is stressing me is not actual stress and tiredness, though I'm pretty much running on cortisol. No, the thing that is worrying me is that the next day I can conceivably rest is June 17th.
There is blood on one of the letters I got this morning. Should I tell the police?
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Abner (9.6.06 14:23) Tell the police- it'll make life interesting (assuming it is indeed blood). |