August 8th
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I saw the lights again. I definitely think they’re eyes.

They might be that fucking raccoon that tears open our trash and makes a mess for me to clean up in the morning. I can hear it pulling off the lid of the can sometimes. It’s probably sitting there on our back fence, since the eyes seem to be level with mine.

The lamp over our back door isn’t strong enough to light up the whole yard. So I don’t know for sure what’s back there. Or maybe it’s a cat. The lights are close enough together to be eyes, for sure. But they don’t blink, don’t move. Just really still. Creepy fucking animal, whatever it is.

Sleep isn’t getting any easier. But it doesn’t seem to be getting any worse. That’s good at least. But I’m stil...

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