[ Journal: Mark ]
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Today couldn't have been greater than it was! To begin with, I managed to get out of the Museum before anyone really arrived. What does that mean? It's easier to request the day off over the phone. When you're standing face to face with a grouchy director who has a tendency to drive his workers like slaves, it isn't easy to ask for a little time off work. I really needed the time, though, because, you see, I got this note. This thing. I went to go check it out. Let me tell you: I don't think I've felt this happy in all my life! I'm getting an apartment. Wait. Back track that thought. It isn't just any apartment. It's a free apartment. Do you know what that means? I don't have to live in the Museum! I don't have to sleep on the bench! I get my own bed. I think there's a kitchen, and the bathroom isn't a seeming mile down the hall. I don't have to stay there constantly, so I can keep my job. I really do love my job, but living in a museum isn't easy. The security guards tend to enjoy pranks, and the janitors are old coots too.
Besides, I've always wanted a place of my own. Now I get it. My very own bed. I haven't had my own bed in a long time. I'm almost excited about it. Now there was something the skittish little kid I talked to was saying, and it was in the note, but I'm not entirely sure. I'm supposed to take care of something. That guy was really jumpy and quiet. I don't think I've ever heard anyone stutter so much. I hope I didn't scare him. Sometimes I do that to people, which is understandable. I don't think I'd be too enthusiastic or comfortable meeting someone with pointy horns and a tail. I tried to be nice to him, though. Really don't like it when people are uncomfortable. It unnerves me. Either way, I'm taking care of something called a Sylph, which is a kid, I think. No problemo, I say. Just throw some food around, lay down some rules, and we're set - we're golden. It'll be like having a room-mate or something. So maybe there'll be some noise, some messes to clean...
But it doesn't matter.
I'm just happy to hear I get a bed. I can't wait.
Besides, I've always wanted a place of my own. Now I get it. My very own bed. I haven't had my own bed in a long time. I'm almost excited about it. Now there was something the skittish little kid I talked to was saying, and it was in the note, but I'm not entirely sure. I'm supposed to take care of something. That guy was really jumpy and quiet. I don't think I've ever heard anyone stutter so much. I hope I didn't scare him. Sometimes I do that to people, which is understandable. I don't think I'd be too enthusiastic or comfortable meeting someone with pointy horns and a tail. I tried to be nice to him, though. Really don't like it when people are uncomfortable. It unnerves me. Either way, I'm taking care of something called a Sylph, which is a kid, I think. No problemo, I say. Just throw some food around, lay down some rules, and we're set - we're golden. It'll be like having a room-mate or something. So maybe there'll be some noise, some messes to clean...
But it doesn't matter.
I'm just happy to hear I get a bed. I can't wait.
