Dear Diary,

I have to clean the basement again. I feel like crying. This time it was a business man by the name of Calvin. He was a stout man with a swooping belly. Loud and boisterous when talking, but quiet in his last few moments. I can't tell what's more saddening: His death, or that I got blood on the dress I was going to wear to my date with Archie.

- Ida