Recently Discovered, Possibly Fake Journals of Crazy People Who Are Not Me

20 Feb 2012. 09:00
My office mate, Sandcat, is away on vacation, and I will be alone in our office.  I'm not sure how I feel about this.  People say it's a good idea to write down your feelings, so here goes.  Journal time.


Later. 13:00
This is awesome.  Office to myself?  I'm not going to wear deodorant tomorrow.


21 Feb 2012. 10:15
I just read yesterday's journal entry.  I forgot all about my plan, and put my deodorant on this morning.  Habits die hard.  That reminds me of a joke my Dad likes to tell.  I wish Sandcat were here so I could tell her.  I'm not going to write it down here.  That would be stupid.


Later. 14:00
I thought it would be nice and quiet.  It's not quiet.  Now that Sandcat isn't here making typing sounds and mouse clicks I can hear everything that is going on out in the rest of the office.  I think the phone is ringing.


Later.  14:13
The phone is definitely ringing and there is no power in the world to stop it.


22 Feb 2012. 08:52
Well this appeared on Sandcat's desk when I wasn't looking.

This can only mean one thing.

TRINA.

23 Feb 2012. 11:00

Okay now I'm getting lonely.

24 Feb 2012.  12:07

Time is passing so slowly ... I've begun manually shredding my recycling so the sound of ripping paper inside my office will keep me company ... I cannot bear the disembodied voices from out there ... and the laughter ... don't they know there is no longer any joy in the world?!

27 Feb 2012. 16:00

Did I really see this?

28 Feb 2012. 09:37

I see no reason to even come to work any more.  My days are empty and filled with grief. I have compiled this selection of images, views from my office window, to express my feelings.

29 February 2012. 10:34

Okay so she's back in a few days and I think I will be ready to face her.  The paper mess has been cleaned up.  I feel better today.  See?

Later 11:02

Okay I couldn't wait for her to get back.  What do nuns wear?  

It's a psych-out!  This picture has nothing to do with
the punchline whatsoever!  Ha-HA!

Dirty habits!

I think that's how it goes anyway.  Hum de hum.  Twiddling my thumbs.

Later. 11:30

I miss Sandcat.

Later. 11:41

I got bored while working so I thought I'd make a note in my journal, wrote "Later" and realised I have nothing to write.

Five minutes later

Stared out the window for five minutes.  Still nothing.  Sandcat?!  Oh ... oh I'm still writing.  And I wrote that down, too.  Okay.  Okay I can stop now.  I can stop any time I want.  Sandcat?!  Is that 

[The remaining pages in the notebook seem to have been torn out.]