Days IX - XII

A whole bunch of stuff not related to killing rats. Moved my office,
bought a small stereo and met a friend that I tried (and failed) to keep
from walking over the edge.

I appear to have committed some gigantic crime in the next reality over
heinous enough that i'm forced to repeat conversations with the people
in this one as a low-form of pennance. It's happening with multiple
people. I'm tired of it.