Right. My mothers' cat hates me. I'm going back to school on the 25th, and he's peed in one of my cardboard boxes. I can't figure out why it's always MY stuff he feels the urge to piss on, but I'll do my level best to move into some other place next summer..

Anyway, one of the losses was an old blank diary I apparently started to write some pseudo- Lovecraftian/alice/Thing in. I'm just going to copy it in as is and pitch the original. Green ink. Apparently 2002..

Continuity errors abound!! A no-prize for spotting them all!! Plus there's no ending. By which I mean that it just kind of stops.

And a bonus poem

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August 28, 2000

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Alone of all her race

banished from her home

She cannot seem to find her place

Or find a second home

Long ago she asked for help

It was denied, it seems

It time perhaps she'll find the wealth

To finish out her dreams

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