Something is up.
Well, actually, nothing is up. But that's the problem. Whenever it's quiet like this for this long, you know something's up. I just gotta figure out what it is. I did hear some funny noises upstairs, but a hotel this size, sitting empty for a year? Probably rats. Gotta have
Dennis call the exterminators.
Guess really my problem is I'm bored. It's not often I get to actually spend a summer around here. I mean, let's review Angel's Past Summer Adventures:
- Running Evil Incorporated.
- Underwater.
- Tibet.
I should be enjoying this, but I'm . . . not. Feels like there's something in the air. Jittery.
Or maybe I just need to kill something.