Entry 11

Dear Future Me,

I’m still shaken up over yesterday.  The old fart didn’t expect a thing.  I think.  He did give my cuts and scrapes an odd look, but didn’t do anything other than that.  I guess for now I have to keep things cool.  I have to lay low.  I don’t know how my luck is lasting with this old fart.  He certainly isn’t freaking out and attacking me.  Well, at least I hope he would never do that to me.
I certainly didn’t do much today either.  That shack is still in my mind, and my cuts and scrapes are still hurting me.  They healed pretty well overnight, but they still look red and nasty.  I didn’t explore much either.  My plan on escaping and having a solid smoke was, well, up in smoke I guess.
Honestly, after yesterday I need a day off.  Not that I do anything since no one texts me and no one bothers with talking to me.  I mean, those cats were a nice distraction but still, not going to do that again as long as I live.
I also heard the old fart outside today.  Dunno why or how he found the door to go outside.  Other than the one time he dragged me on my ass for like 2 miles, I haven’t seen him outside at all.  He’s making a ruckus.  It’s almost dark and he still is at it.  I don’t understand it.  I can’t place what he is doing, but it sounds like he’s breaking down something or another.  I can’t place it.  I don’t get it.

Robin