Friday, April 9, 2010
Clear'd the back lot today, for it had become overgrown with unnatural tall grasses and exuded an unholy fetor. I ceased my labor when within I heard the chittering of a thousand fang'd mouths; I will ask Brother Whately to lend me his revolver, though he is loath to let it out of his sight until Brother West's latest project is fully dissolved in acid. Borrowed 5 Dollars from House Funds for beer.
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