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There are strange alien sounds coming from outside. Scrappy’s barking at them. It’s kind of creepy.

Adam should be getting home in the next half-hour or so. If he complains about being tired, I may have to kick his ass because it’s his own fault for staying out an extra 3 hours plus tranist time tonight. Silly boy.

I called some more apartments today, have to go look at a couple of them tomorrow and I may send Adam to see another one on Tuesday.

Dayle is my Golden Boy.

isn't he regal?