Notes to Cindy: The Archives

So... it's Thanksgiving. It's the first I've ever missed in my life. I got the note to Nay, yesterday. Staff suspected something. I hope they didn't tak it. Dad called. Scott thinks I'm sick. It was extremely uneventful, today. I did write a new song, titled "Til Death", which will be the theme of my comic strip of the same title. The song is about a man who murders his girlfriend, then kills himself. At the end of the song, the soul of the girl reads the epitaph of the boy's grave, the soul of the boy takes her hand, and they leave their graves behind. Strange, huh? The comic is the same thing with a lot more information and background. It's about a man who has manic blackouts and kills people. The opening scene shows how the girl feels about what he's doing, without specifying what it is. The next scene, which currently only has two photos, presents the officer who was given the man as a suspect, and later welcomes a detective to the case. I'm going to write a summary for future reference. That is likely all I will do until I feel like sleeping. I shall write more tomorrow, if I'm not too busy or too tired, or if there's simply nothing to write about.... The days get like that often. Til then, goodnight and good riddens!