Carrie Cloke

Carrie and I laughed a lot tonight. I’m sitting across the bed from her as she reads her book.Eeyore is snuggled close next to her. Carrie makes for a good roommate, her and Eeyore both.

Tonight she listened to my stories and let me record her rubbing a Styrofoam cup of ice on her bug-bitten legs. That’s another good thing about Carrie—the bugs like her better. And she falls asleep with the light on (like she has now) so I can finish reading, drawing, or writing silly blogs at night. There’s also a good chance she’ll let me read her novel once she’s finished, since I only have three books and two of them are Bibles (send me books?). Carrie also takes her apartment key with her everywhere so that I don’t have to remember mine when we go out. She doesn’t talk badly of other people, which I think is pretty neat. And she’s funny. I like her.

Hm, she has just now, maybe subconsciously, lifted her head and “humphed.” Perhaps she hears the boys snoring through the wall. Regardless, I think I’ll turn the light off now. But yes, I do like her much and enjoy her company. If only she’d let me keep a hermit crab . . .