two days left at office job

frank and i ouijaed on monday night in the apartment i just moved into. it used to be an orphanage/group home.

we got some responses. i have to try it with other people. i feel a little skeptical but it certainly felt real. one ghost kept writing "g-o-a-w-a-y-g-o-a-w-a-y-g-o-a-w-a-y". they didn't seem to like frank too much.

i have to go to the saratoga room in the library on one (or both) of my two upcoming days off. research research research.

last night i had a dream about dogs in sailor suits, tweety bird t-shirt as a gift, going to a club/bar, walking down a road, and i think heroin?