Think I'm coming down from my killfest with the crabs. I'm still gonna slice those bitches, don't worry, but the patrol schedule Officer Murphy came up with helps even things out, and I don't think they're as bad lately, so I can take a break.
I started cleaning out my apartment some. Whoever lived here before didn't have much stuff, but I boxed up what I didn't need and put it in another empty one. I figure if they ever come back, they'll be glad I didn't just toss it. I don't need a lot either, but it'd be nice for it to feel more like home...even if it's not.
Never thought I'd miss Pop's stupid posters of Mom.
So I went to the bookstore in Harry's building and picked up some stuff, a short collection of Shakespeare and one or two others that looked interesting.
Kinda bare I guess.
[Filtered to Bebe // easily hackable]
Hey...I
left something by your apartment. Kinda...as an apology for freaking you out. It's okay if you don't like it, not like I had to pay for it.