Truth. Justice. Minesweeper.

Sunday, May 09, 2004

No sign of any mice in days now. Maybe I got 'em all. I hope so. Not because I relish the body count; just because I don't want to have to do this again.

This morning I started hearing music from somewhere. It was like 1940s big band music. I was wandering all over the place trying to figure out where it was coming from. Not Greyghost's door. Not the long hallway. It was closer to the elevator, but when I went upstairs to track it down, nothing. Suchit was checking my forehead for a fever and making jokes about ghosts and stuff, but I got some of it on tape and shut him up. I'm going to figure this out.
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