Eleven.

It seems people've a lotta things t'do, huh. Or maybe that's jsut what it seems like t'me.

Well, either way.

I sat that stalker-guy today.. Err... stalking...people.. Is he always doing that?
Am I to blame that I hid the moment I saw him? Is that weird?
He might or might not have seen me, I don't know. Damn.

Anyone has a bed I could borrow for a day or two? Or a job or something you need help with? I really need to get something to do, seriously.