Hello again journal! It's time to project all of my thoughts and emotions into you again!

For starter, the date last night rocked! I did, in fact, earn myself some cuddles and an hour and a half of my cute boyfriend scared out of his mind. Adorable. After the date, Carlos invited me back to his place for some dinner. (even though we had just stuffed ourselves with twizzlers and skittles and movie snacks of that caliber) You know my response already don't you journal? Long story short, we reached his home and he made me some pasta and watched a sciency movie on the migratory patterns of the mallard duck. Carlos sure knows how to show someone a good time. Afterwards, we talked and I was about to leave when the telltale drip and sizzle of Wednesday's toxic rain was heard outside. I told Carlos that it wouldn't be that much of a desperate sprint to my car before I was splashed in numerous places by flesh eating bacteria infested rain. I could totally make it. He told me it was too much of a risk however and offered to let me stay the night. After all, it was late. He prepared me a spot on his sofa with a blanket and a pillow, both smelled like him. I am a little disappoint to admit that no more than an awkward bump of our lips occurred but it was a good night.

Now dear journal, I must bring to your attention that the strange men who were last seen trying to sneak into the library have not been sighted, however there was a quadruple murder last night at the moonlite all-night diner. Curiously, the murder happened in front of a full audience, yet there were no witnesses. Everyone there claimed that one second they were eating and listening to some old blue grass song on the jukebox, the next 4 citizens were ripped apart. The gouges on the citizens seemed to be from long curved talon-like claws. Call it paranoia my journal, but I suspect those strange men had something to do with it...
The Sheriff's secret police have said that "everything is under control. The bodies have been caught and they are working on finding the murderer." Or murderers... The council however, claimed, with their whispered voices all in union, that "the murder never happened. Those four citizens never even existed. What murder? What diner? What four dismembered bloody dead bodies? I see no four dismembered bloody dead bodies! Show me the evidence!" Before they emitted a terrible shriek that caused the reporters in the room's eardrums to explode. There were no further questions. On my radio show, I advised to everyone that they should be on the lookout for those two men, and that I'm calling it.
Listen journal, this isn't the first time I've solved a murder without evidence! Nearly every time I watch CSI with Carlos I'm almost always able to figure out who-dunnit before anyone on the show! That has to count for something!
Maybe I am being paranoid journal, but it has to be them! That's all I'm saying.

In other news, my journal. My rabbit has a name! I was talking with Carlos on the way to work this morning when he asked me what I'd named the rabbit. I told him I had no idea yet and he told me about a dog he used to have. He told me it was a German Shepard (whatever that is) named Laney. He told me Laney died when she ran out into traffic after a ball. He didn't want any other dogs to replace her. I could tell he loved that dog. I wasn't sure if it was a good idea or not, but I asked him if it would maybe be okay if I named my rabbit after his dog. He laughed and seemed distant for a few moments before he squeezed my hand and said it was a good name and it would be good for my rabbit. I thanked him and he smiled that perfect, lovable smile. Then he got out of my my car and walked int work. I told him I'd pick him up and he told me to have a good day. I told him to have a good day as well and drove off feeling giddy. Little Laney the bunny.

Speaking of Laney, her (I found out her gender after Carlos suggested checking) fur is growing back in steadily! She is eating well and is getting pretty chubby. In an adorable lovable way. Her chewing problem is getting a little out of hand though and Carlos told me it would be good to keep paper towel rolls around for her to chew on and maybe give her some wooden blocks to chew. He informed me that the teeth on bunnies need to be whittled so they chew to keep them in good condition. How smart he is!
With this information, I gave her a couple paper towel rolls and bought her a little wooden tube to lay in and chew on from the pets store down the road, miraculously, she doesn't chew as much any more! Wow!
Carlos came by to check on her and when he went to reach at her, she ran from him. Carlos looked deflated. He chuckled sadly and said that she probably remembered how he had tested on her. I patted him on the shoulder and assured him that she would forgive him, she hair needed time. He brightened a little bit at my words and I felt nice. After this, we had coffee and talked, all the while the soft pitter patter of Laney's nails clicked around the wooden floor of my apartment, white noise in the hushed mumble of our conversation.

It's getting late my journal and I have a bowl of wheat and wheat by-product free cereal that's getting soggy. Surprising as its made of wood chips. The box says nutritious, my mouth says splinters. Anyway, I must be finishing my cereal and getting a shower. I have work tomorrow, same as everyday so I have to get to sleep as well. I will, as usual, write to you tomorrow.

Goodnight journal.

Goodnight Nightvale.

Authors note: Well my commitment to daily updates is still being held up. Also the rabbit has a name! Since no one said anything, I decided I might as well name her after my own rabbit. Welp, I guess another update will be up tomorrow.
-Optic