Sarah Ruth Thomas

I think that's fucking bullshit.

But what the fuck ever.

He told me they'd keep a patrol nearby to see if whoever that was comes back, so... I guess that's minor comfort.

Still, something feels so wrong about this scenario.

The past few days have been good, Journal.

Until today...

I've been sleeping better and removing myself from screens has been a healthy change.

One I think I could get used to.

Work has been somewhat easier as I've seen my palate building ability grow into something more usable.

So it's been decent.

And today started no different from that.

It had been a normal work day.

I got lunch with Brandon and he told me he thought I was improving and saw me moving up in a year or two.

Good news from anyone's perspective, really.

I got home around, I don't know, 7.30?

A little later than usual, I'd say.

Listened to some podcasts while I made grilled cheese and tomato soup.

The moment I sat down to start eating, though, there was a quiet knock at my door.

And this isn't super typical, as the last time the landlord came by was over four months ago.

But I figured he was probably due, and he was aware of roughly when I'd be home.