There's an eery feeling around this place where I call 'my job.' People look mean and dead. The first thing today getting into work, I was talking to Fran about my unfortunate experience with the lawyer and the fax on Friday and one of our lawyers comes in and closes our proped door -- without asking -- and says 'how are ya all doin?' with a death-like stare...I think he was a little pissed. Fran remarked that she thought he was getting to be a little weird lately. Maybe he's got some bi-polar thing...I don't know. He sure seems like he does, nice one minute, an ass the next. I'll just try to be as nice as I can, just like with the rest of them. The only people I can count on here is Fran. And my uncle of course...haha.I was looking back on some entries today and noticed that it was exactly a year from today that I threatened to end this diary thing. Looking back on why I really tried to do so wasn't because I was tired of writing in here. It was all because I was disappointed that Joy and that Chase guy started dating. Now, isn't that silly? Well, I'm glad that I kept on writing in here because so much has happened since then. I think this is my 282nd entry and I was at around 52 then. So that alone says a lot.
Well, thats about wraps it up.
Countdown: Days until Madeleine comes back: 10