PM to Tobias

Hey sweetie. Really wanted to get over there to check on you today, but just couldn't get through the weather. Everything okay down on the farm?

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Yeah. Well, mostly. There's a girl in the house now. And one of the guys disappeared. And we've got these creepy fucking marionette puppets.

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Ew! Girls! Icky!

We didn't have any changes overnight at least- except the box of crappy elementary school music instruments we got.

Are they keeping you guys restocked too? Everything keeps getting put back the way it was the day before here. It's nice, yeah, but a little creepy.

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I know! Blech! And she was photographing me in my pajamas. I feel so exposed.

Yeah, we're getting restocked. And reset. It's annoying as fuck. I never fall asleep and yet I always have to wake up. It's confusing and alarming because I know I couldn't sleep.

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For some reason I can see you in black footy pajamas. With ruffles on the front.

I'm going to try setting an alarm tonight. See if I can't catch them in the act. Probably a useless gesture, but still it's worth a shot.

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I do not own footy pajamas. And my jammies do not have ruffles. Thanks ever so for that.

Good luck with that. I really doubt it'll work but I'm a pessimist.

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Maybe not. But it's still a very funny visual.

And I'm trying not to be a pessimist. It's hard these days.

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Bite me.

I've always been a pessimist. My whole theory of "this is my last year" seems to just be getting stronger anymore.

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Somehow I think that's a little different from me saying "this is my last birthday." What's up with that?

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Heh. I dunno. I really don't.

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Well, snap out of it. You're far too young to be so fatalistic.

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I can't. It's just the way I am. It's like telling you to stop breathing oxygen.