I’m seriously worrying about Rick right now. I’d check in with him properly if I didn’t think it would make this storyline twice as long. Whatever, I’m sure he’s fine.

On a related note, these journal entries are kind of a fantastic writing exercise. Clearly Rick doesn’t know everything that’s going on or why, but he’s the only person we can get information from. I like it, is what I’m saying.

It’s Friday, imaginary readers! You know what that means: you get two whole days without me! I think we need this break, too. You’re imaginarily smothering me. (Imaginarily is totally a real word. Shut up, Google Chrome.)

Happy weekend, imaginary readers.