The house has never been so....quiet and empty before. It's nice, actually. It puts a damper on my whole "Acquire lots of crazy Halfway House stories to tell your grandchildren" plan. That's what I call this place - the Halfway House. So named b/c most of its residents have either just started NA or just gotten out of prison. At least two are now back in prison (never trust a friend who says "Oh, the license plates? They're missing. You'll be fine. Pay me cash. Title? Huh? Alright kids, have fun now.") I even have stories about people who don't live here but really want to - like the guy (or girl, it's dark and I can't tell) who keeps rifling through our garbage bins on a quest for bottles and cans.
In other news, Celeste fell off the bed last night. I mean she just slid right off. And stayed partially asleep. I turned on the light, looked over, and she glanced up at me from the floor, curled up in a ball, all sleepy-eyed. Then she figured out I was up, she was down, and wa-huh? how'd that happen? This is the second time she's fallen off furniture without a backward glance. The other time was a sofa chair - she was leaning back for a stomach rub and just fell right off. The fact she is unfazed by it all makes it all the more amusing. Except for Mina, who thinks Celeste is a freakazoid and dork.
Also, no one commented on THIS VERY IMPORTANT ENTRY. I'm sure it was a mere oversight and will be corrected post-haste. Celeste may think no one loves her as much as they love Mina. (Fact: It's true. Keep it a secret, people.)