July 6th, entry fifteen

[unevoked]

...There was some guy covered in rhinestones and frills and shit going through the trashcan outside this morning. 'Least it ain't a giant raccoon or whatever, but hell. I dunno where he went, though.

Hey, Eyepatch, unless you're stuck in a dress or some shit, I ain't running this place for you. [Pencil taaaps.] Lemme know what's up before I start hiring people I can stand.