Day Thirty Two

The day started at 11:00, to the silence of an empty college town before the term starts.  All of my roommates are here, though, so I wasn't completely alone for the day. The one who shares the top floor with me and I went to lunch and GameStop, where I procured L.A. Noire and a Frozen plastic cup - a little odd of a thing to find at a GameStop, really.  While I was paying for those two items, the cashier handed me a little slip of paper in addition to the bag and receipt, which said "this is a Deep blog."  I don't know what it could mean.

Returning home, I watched the commentary on my Marble Hornets DVDs and continued to unpack.  Since my break is drawing to its inevitable end, so too will this blog be concluded.  It's been quite fun writing for it every day, but once school starts, I don't think I'll find time for it.

Good bye, dear readers.  Maybe we'll meet again some day in the distant future.

Day Thirty One

I awoke today at around 8:45, but didn't actually do anything until close to noon, when I visited my lovely companion for breakfast.  It was a lovely meal, as expected.  Once I returned home from the meal, I began to pack, for the spring term starts in two day's time.  Finishing packing, I began the arduous journey back to my apartment at school.

One detail I neglected to mention from yesterday's post is that, that tall, sinister businessman I've seen several times before? He is a phone salesman; the one from whom I obtained my new phone.

Day Thirty

The day started at an early 8:45, to noisy neighbours.  Shortly after my awakening, I journeyed into town to get a better phone, and ended up with a smartphone; several steps up from my previous phone, I have to say.

Returning home, I took a few hours to get acclimated to my new device, then ventured forth to the abode of my wonderful companion.  We spent the whole day together, and it was quite enjoyable, as was expected.

Day Twenty Nine

The day today started at a less-than-ideal, but still acceptable 11:00, to a struggle to rise from bed, followed by a warm shower.  Several hours later, after a meal and numerous, pointless forays into Facebook, my lovely companion visited once again, for a meal and a movie.  It was, as to be expected, quite enjoyable of an evening.

Driving to our restaurant of choice, I saw, unexpectedly, that same black dog, Trevor, as I recall, from several days before, which was unsettling, since we were nowhere near where I had last seen it.  Though, perhaps, it was not the same dog, but one that simply looked strikingly similar.

Day Twenty Eight

The day started at close to eleven, to colder than usual winter air enveloping me despite the warm bed around me.  Eventually mustering strength enough, I rose from the fabric cocoon and attempted to be productive. I ended up fixing the misplaced key from my laptop's keyboard.

Early in the evening, I found myself at the grocery store chemist for a vaccination, but the lack of progress in the line of prior customers drove me away.  Driving home, I saw that strange businessman from several days prior, at his usual location and calmly gliding from store to store.

Day Twenty Seven

The day started at a much more acceptable 10:00 this morning, with me awakening to the sounds of the neighbours doing yardwork and whatnot.  Recalling that, when last the neighbours concocted such cacophony, that strange, pale man was first seen, I swiftly dashed to the window in order to determine the presence, or lack thereof, of that same man.  He was nowhere to be seen, to my relief.

As the hours wore by, I found myself frantically typing away at my trusty, if aging, laptop.  To my dismay, a drink was spilt on the keyboard, causing several of the keys to grow unresponsive and sluggish.  One key, the letter 's,' broke off entirely, leaving me to type upon the rubber innards beneath the plastic letter-square.

Shortly thereafter, I once again beheld the soothing presence of my lovely companion, and, after a mildly lengthy meal, saw the relatively new film Into the Woods, and were both disappointed by the lack of cohesion of the film's plot points.

Day Twenty Six

The day started at noon, once again.  Shortly after I awoke, I journeyed north to, you guessed it, see my favourite person in the whole world for the majority of the day.

Day Twenty Five

Today was my lovely companion's birthday, and so the day was spent in theirs and several others' fellowship.  It was quite enjoyable, to say the least.  Aside from that, the only other notable occurrence was the appearance of that same homeless man from many days prior - the one who gave me the insane writings.  No words were exchanged between he and I, and so the encounter was less than notable.

Day Twenty Four

I, again, awoke at noon, much to my chagrin; I tend to prefer an earlier start to my day.  Either way, that strange pale man was once again crawling through the forest behind the house.  Perhaps it was, instead, a different being entirely, but it appeared as pale as before, so it is a safe assumption that this one was the same as the one from days prior.  It does not vex me, though, as he shows no intention of coming anywhere near the house.

What was vexing, however, was the return of that vague sense of paranoia that I have previously experienced; I can't explain it without conjuring up wild and insane theories about eldritch beings which control the minds of men from dark and lonely places, and so, lacking a plausible explanation, it is to remain a pervasive mystery.

Not much else happened this day, as no other queer beings crossed my path today.

Day Twenty Three

Once again, I failed to awaken at the usual time, instead waking up closer to noon.  The early hours of the afternoon were spent in quiet seclusion, as the new year began to settle in. Early into the evening I was visited by my lovely companion for several hours, sharing a meal and enjoying each other's company.

Going to and from dinner, I noticed a dark-robed man wearing a strange sort of mask which looked like a beak of a peculiar sort.  He was near a pet store, though, so perhaps he was a queer mascot of some sort.

Day Twenty Two

Perhaps fittingly, since today was, of course, the first of a new year, I was unable to wake up at a reasonable time this morning, slumbering until roughly noon.  Again, perhaps fittingly, nothing of any importance was done today; the biggest achievement of the day was my listening to The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway.

Since I failed to leave the house, I had no encounters with anyone, sinister or otherwise, other than my family, nor did I experience any sort of paranoia or sickness.

Day Twenty One

The day started late, with me waking up at 11:00 to a warm shower and left-overs from the night before.  Of course, it was New Year's Eve, so I knew that I was to travel the distance to my fetching companion, but I was more wary than usual while driving; drunkards on the roads and whatnot.  I was lucky enough to come across exactly none, but I did notice the homeless, blind man from several days prior, idly chatting with some pedestrian, though, on reflection, I don't recall anything about him or their conversation. I was busy driving, though, so that's probably why.

The evening was, of course, delightful, despite my lacking memory.  However, this time I saw not one, but two sinister black dogs.  The first was Trevor, I recognised, and the second I decided to call Steve, and I mused on the adventures of those two ebon hounds.

Day Twenty

The day started at the typical 10:00 in the morning.  An hour and a half later, I journeyed once again to the home of my lovely companion, then together we adventured around town for several hours, returning to their abode early into the evening.  Staying well into the night, we greatly enjoyed each other's company whilst we were together.

Once again, I beheld the slender form of that sinister businessman, as well as that subtly threatening black dog.  However, my nearly constant exposure to those unsettling entities has rendered me desensitised to their eldritch presences.

Day Nineteen

The day started at 11:00, though no strange apparitions were present anywhere. Instead, I acquired the absolutely stellar Ride to Hell: Retribution and played that for a while.

Day Eighteen

The morning started typically enough, usual time of 10:00, and all that.  Shortly after that, though, I decided to drive the familiar path to my fetching companion's domicile, for a good, filling morning meal and to wander around at the mall.

Once I returned home, I decided to venture into the wonderfully remarkable A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, James Joyce.  It was quite a captivating ride through the melodious words on the numerous pages.

Day Seventeen

The day started at 11:00, to much noise and commotion from the neighbours.  Amidst the regular yardwork and vehicle sounds, I could faintly detect a vague scream of some obscure nature.  Gazing through the window of my room, I beheld a man who looked strikingly similar to myself.  Same hair, clothes, everything, really. Turning away in awestruck confusion, I turned back to the window to no remaining traces of that mirror-figure. It was naught but a dream, a hallucination, I figured.

Nothing else of that day was really notable.  I managed to kill an entire party in a Dungeons and Dragons game, but that's really it.

Day Sixteen

The day started at the usual 10:00 in the morning.  Nothing in particular really happened, as it's the day after Christmas, and, as such, everyone is still paralysed and lethargic from the holiday's activities and larger-than-average meals.

Taking advantage of most people's inability or unwillingness to do anything of value today, I ventured forth to see my dear companion, thoroughly enjoying the less-than-typical traffic on the roads and highways.  I did not see that tall, oddly sinister businessman from days prior, the pale drunkard from earlier in the week, either of the homeless men, the black dog Trevor, really anyone of note today, due to the day's pervasive torpor.

Day Fifteen

Christmas day, it was.  I, as I said yesterday, ignored the note I had received and was merry today.

Day Fourteen

The day today started at around 11:00, to the sound of neighbours once again doing yard-work.  Realising that it was Christmas Eve, I recalled the note that the first homeless man gave to me early into my break.  "Don't be merry, man," it said, but I have resolved to pay it no heed.

I decided to venture out into town for a meal early in the afternoon.  As I arrived at my restaurant of choice, I beheld that slender businessman standing outside one of the small stores across the street, though this time around he was wearing a Santa hat along with his dark suit and red tie.

Day Thirteen

Today started an hour earlier than usual, as I was awoken by loud noises from outside my window.  I eventually realised that said noises were just the neighbours doing yard-work with loud instruments.  I was reminded of the creature from the previous night, however, but I remembered my assessment that it was just a pale-skinned drunkard, and the thoughts of it quickly dissipated.

Later in the morning, I ventured north to the dwelling of my favourite companion.  Since they weren't home when I arrived, I decided to explore the area some, and ended up getting quite lost, but I eventually found my way back and enjoyed the afternoon and evening with them as I anticipated.