Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Last night Gerald, Matt and I barricaded ourselves in the room again. We didn't want to be accessible when the mummy found out we locked the cabinet with all the snacks in it.

This time, he watched old war movies with the volume turned up all the way.

We got up this morning to find one of the cabinet doors hanging off the other by the baby lock Matt had put on. The mummy had consumer a jar of salsa and half a container of powdered cocoa mix.

He was laying in the box right where we left him. There was a salsa stain on one of his bandages.

When we got into work, we rode the elevator up with this guy who works on our floor with the blind guy who hates the animal lover. He always asks us if we just started and then introduces himself like we've never met before.

Gerald thinks he suffered some type of brain injury that keeps him from forming new memories. Today I told him my name was Clarence.

When we got home, Matt was standing in our doorway talking with two of the upstairs neighbors. It was a little girl and her grandmother, who only speaks Chinese.

The grandmother would yell at Matt, and the little girl would translate for her. It was pretty funny, as the girl kept acting out her grandmother's mannerisms as she translated.

They were complaining about the noise and said they'd call the cops tonight if it happened again.

Matt said we should write the mummy a note, but I wasn't entirely sure he could read. If he could, I assumed he could only read heiroglyphics, and I can't imagine there's a glyph for "television".

We ended up drawing a picture that showed a TV with jagged lines coming out of it to symbolize sound and a stick figure holding his hands over what would be his ears. I hope this gets the message across.

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