Letters to William, @Spike_BloodyHel
I glanced through Frank’s office, didn’t find anything but I wasn’t really looking. I just grabbed the paper work I needed then got back to work. Merde, I’m so exhausted I can barely hold a pen right now. Sleepy, so sleepy.
I can’t believe it’s the 15th, that I haven’t written one of these for 4 days. Hell I barely remember the past 4 days. Am I still sick? I mean that’s not normal, right? I’m pretty sure I worked at the garage for a day or two. I am so out of it, so tired. I just woke up and I can barely keep my eyes open. I’m worried about it but it’s like as soon as I have the worry the feeling just drifts away. Maybe I’m still sick? Did I ever get sick before?
I feel a little better today, not exactly clear headed but things are thinkable. I’ve actually been up for 5 hours and I’m only a little sluggish and tired. I switched from tea to Orange Juice since I’m pretty sure I’m still a little sick. Did you know that I really like OJ and cranberry juice mixed? It’s delicious and a beautiful color.
Train of thoughts need to focus… okay so now that my mind is able to gets its ducks in a row I don’t have the guts to go and check Frank’s office again. I don’t want to be snoopy but I was at the garage today and he made another one of those phone calls and I heard some of it. He kept saying something about the package almost being ready and that he’d have the money or something. I’m even more worried now, what if he’s in something deep? Maybe I’ve been watching too much CSI or NCIS. I’m already all foggy and not thinking clearly. I’m going to snoop around… there’s like mission impossible, James Bond music going on in my head.
Frank has a meeting in a few days and he’s going to be out of the office and away from the Garage for the whole day. I’m going to search through the office and his apartment. It’s just to see what this so called package is, what he could be in to. I’m really hoping it’s nothing serious and I was just mishearing or something. I have this bad feeling, this panic rising through the fog that I’ve been in. My body is so heavy and fidgety with it I feel like I’m suffocating in my skin and at the same time about to fly out of it. I just need to find out, I have to know. I just hope this doesn’t get me in trouble.