|Starting to get nervous...
||[Aug. 2nd, 2005|08:27 pm]
I saw it again.|
It was along my jogging path.
It *knew* I was going jogging tonight, I think.
But I didn't see it when I was jogging. It was hiding. Spying on me.
You don't understand; this is a good quarter mile away from the complex. It couldn't be an accident.
No. The chicken is stalking me.
I'll have to plan my move carefully; if I'm not careful, if it gets a hold of my fowarding address, there's no telling what might happen next.