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out, made some toast. Watched reality TV until my mind went numb, then carried myself off to bed. Still managed to lie awake for hours, analyzing my feelings for Dr. Hargrove. Decided it was time to find out once and for all if my feelings were real (what is love?), or merely transference, a uniform fetish, or a drug induced side effect. For this, I surmised, I needed to devise an objective test. The primary goal of this test would be to determine if what I was feeling were indeed feelings. The secondary goal would be to determine if they were indeed my feelings.
    As no such test came immediately to mind, I congratulated myself on a job well done and left actually devising the test for the next day. Relieved I’d figured out my next move, I was  relaxed enough to try to fall asleep.
     
    Blog entry: Didn’t fall asleep. Spent the better part of the night listening to Warren drill holes in my floor.
     
    Blog entry: Woke early. Still tired. Drilling hadn’t stopped. I’d have to offer to read Warren’s new manuscript. That wouldn’t be easy, I’d have to convince him my change of heart wasn’t related to the noise. I couldn’t let him know he basically had me on a leash.

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    Blog note: Realize there’s a very simple and obvious test I can perform to determine the validity of my feelings for Dr. Hargrove. This test is so obvious and simple, it boggles the mind. Haven’t been able to work out what this test is, though, so I’ll have to concentrate harder.
     
    Blog entry: Fast breakfast of orange juice and toast, then off to the store. Arrived early but Hicks was already waiting. He didn’t allow me to open before nine, so we waited around a bit. Looked like fair weather, carried some of the good crap out to the curb.
     
    Blog entry: Slow morning. Sold some small wood pieces to a young couple for their collection. Think maybe the pieces were part of the counter, as they were attached to it with nails. Couple seemed pleased; decided not to worry about it.
     
    Blog entry: Very quiet. No more customers. Only sounds were Hicks’ sweeping, my breathing, and a strange squeaking coming from the counter.
     
    Blog entry: Resumed perusing Joseph’s meatpacking blog. Was back at square one with my private investigation, all I had to go on were Joseph’s ramblings. Little did I know I would soon stumble upon something that’d break the Miller case wide open.
    I was going back and forth over his blog entries when, suddenly, my eye fell on a sidebar with some links and symbols. I’d been so engrossed in the entries that I’d neglected to take a good look at the design of the site itself. Most of the links in the sidebar were of no interest, but one of the symbols looked strangely familiar. It depicted a snake crawling along the outer rim of a circle. I couldn’t quite place it, but, as I hovered my mouse pointer over it, I noticed it was a clickable link. I clicked it and was taken to a page on a ratings site. As it turned out, Joseph’s blog had been voted the number 5 meatpacking blog in the country!
    Who would’ve thought?
    Immediately alarm bells went off in my head. Had Joseph become somewhat of a celebrity? Had he gathered a following that warranted investigation? Was this meatpacking blogging business more competitive than I’d thought?
    This opened up several new lines of investigation, all of which might very well lead to the cause of Joseph’s demise. At least, that’s what I thought until I discovered that the meatpacking nomination page had in fact been visited by only seven people in the last two years.
    Hardly what you’d call stiff competition.
    Decided it was another dead end. Closed the ratings site.
     
    Blog entry: “I’ve done the back,” Hicks said. He stepped out of the shadows holding his threadbare sweeper. “Anything else need sweeping?”
    I looked up from my laptop and shook my head. “We’re probably alright for sweeping right now,” I told him. “Maybe you could