Stranger still
What brainless people I work with! Kim was muttering something about CNN reporting people were rising from their raves. Wow, that’s some late party. I used to love going to raves and thought they were out of fashion, so I guess that makes them newsworthy, but so what? I don’t get it, some joke I guess. I’m always on the outside of these things.
She just stood there, hunched over staring at her feet, hands gripped at her sides, and muttered something further about the loss of her … shoe soles? Something? Poor dear I guess her feet must be killing her, she hasn’t stopped shuffling about from the moment she got in. Oh and that wretched smell! She really ought to have cleaned up after that munch fest she was on earlier. My god I’ve never seen a girl eat so much raw looking beef in one sitting.
I went to ask Tod his opinion, since he knows her better, but he’s nowhere to be found. Eric is missing too. The peace is glorious.
Paul and I chatted and it was then that wedecided action had to be taken. She’s just not right and I don’t like the way she staring at her feet. She needs to be confined until we can figure out what to do. I’d seen many TV shows about prisoners hanging themselves with their shoe laces, so we wrestled hers off her and managed to barricade her into her office. The b*tch bit Paul! Mind you, I’m not sure they ever really got along anyway.