mr. furley just came knocking on my door. whenever anybody knocks on my door my heart immediately starts pounding against my chest. mostly because it’s so surprising. . . yeah, i need more visitors.

it seems sarg down the hall died. i felt so bad for mr. furley, he’s bringing around a card for everyone in the building to sign.

this was just so terribly sad. mr. furley standing there in the hallway, stained white t-shirt, green pants, bright orange baseball cap trying not to cry.