Today I went job hunting yet again, but realized once again that the mall is a horrible place. Not much accomplished again. I ate tuna for lunch. I've really grown to like tuna over the years, but still can't get over the fact that it comes in a can. I'm finally able to just pretend that it's not cat food. I remember the first time I tried the tuna that's vacuum sealed in the pouches, but that made it seem even worse-tuna in a bag? Anyway, it's eaten.

While on my journeys, I picked up a frame from Linens and Things for my autographed Face to Face poster. Well, when I tried putting the poster in, I noticed the interior part of the glass was gritty and dirty somehow, so I took it out to clean it off with some glass cleaner. Upon cleaning the surface, I found that the cleaner only removed the grime, but there was still streaks and blotches on the glass I could not remove. So I tried to put the glass back into the frame, but somehow it did not fit. I was able to remove it, but it seemed impossible to get back. So I tried pushing the little metal clasps(the ones that keep the cardboard and picture in the frame) as flush against the wood as possible, since I realized the glass was hitting them. After completing this task and brutalizing my thumb with the pushing, the glass fits, only to shatter seconds later. I don't know how it broke, but it did. So now there's a corner of the frame that just cracked right away from the rest of the glass. I cut three of my fingers during this fiasco, and decided that i was not going throw out the frame. I took some household cement(the same stuff that failed to hold my rearview mirror) and applied it to the shards of glass. I set them in place, so hopefully it will hold. The glass will still have two cracks that will be obvious, but right now, if it holds, I'll be happy. I have to wait till tomorrow to put the poster in, though.

Well, it's the weekend, and it's actually really nice outside. Woo! Pizza tonite. Here's the next part of the story:



I started seeing things in my mind. Erika and Ashley. Andy and Josie. Then I saw Corey. What did Corey have to do with them? He knew Andy and Josie, but what did that mean, and what about Erika and Ashley?

The six o’clock hour rolled around and I was actually getting hungry. My grumbling stomach told Corey. He said he’d help me put something together for dinner. We had to eat something, otherwise we’d feel worse. I looked in the freezer to find ice cream, waffles, and a package of chicken cutlets. We decided to have some chicken.

I went to the basement to find something to eat with the chicken—creamed corn or some slop like that in a can. I never wanted Corey down there because it was a disaster. My parents left it in shambles when they moved into a new house. I was embarrassed by the mess. He started preparing the chicken.

After selecting my canned vegetable of choice, I made my way back up the stairs. I caught a glimpse of Corey in the kitchen holding a knife. The thinking resumed. I saw things in my mind going in reverse order, like when rewinding a video tape while watching it. The tape froze. Play. Before Corey and I got together, Corey tried to win over Erika and Ashley. He was desperate before I met him. He wanted a girlfriend so badly, and I gave him a chance. Was the killer in my house? Was he making chicken in my house with a very sharp knife?