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apocalypsosUm.
I still can't find Elliot.
I wish I were freaking out more, but at this point I've kind of resigned myself to him either being REALLY good at hiding (which doesn't seem all that plausible considering the lack of hiding places in the apartment), having found a hole into the wall I can't even find (which I highly doubt considering how long I've lived here), or having hopped out the front door when I came in this morning (which I think I would have noticed, but then again Elliot is the resourceful one).
In any event, he's vanished without a trace and I've run out of places to look.
Honest to God, I wish I were to the point of crying but I'm not. I wish I could say, "Oh, I just got my period, my hormones must be all fucked up," but for once I didn't even get mad enough last night to see that coming.
I still can't find Elliot.
I wish I were freaking out more, but at this point I've kind of resigned myself to him either being REALLY good at hiding (which doesn't seem all that plausible considering the lack of hiding places in the apartment), having found a hole into the wall I can't even find (which I highly doubt considering how long I've lived here), or having hopped out the front door when I came in this morning (which I think I would have noticed, but then again Elliot is the resourceful one).
In any event, he's vanished without a trace and I've run out of places to look.
Honest to God, I wish I were to the point of crying but I'm not. I wish I could say, "Oh, I just got my period, my hormones must be all fucked up," but for once I didn't even get mad enough last night to see that coming.
