Tuesday, April 26, 2005

I'd forgotten how nice it is to have someone who really cares that you can talk to at any hour.

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I spent more time at the compound tonight. The more time I spend there, the more anxious I am to get moved in.

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When I came home tonight (or this morning), a man was snooping around the back of the apartment conplex with a flashlight. When he saw my car pull up, he snapped the light off and jumped behind the dumpsters. For the first time ever, I called 911. I'm still shook up (thus the fact that I'm not sleeping). It's been a very weird 24 hours.

squiggles

3am driving

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