Trial news is as follows:

The first day of the trial was long and arduous. I just got home.


The defence was actually able to provide a solid alibi for the defendant, and the prosecution's evidence didn't hold out. I'm starting to think maybe we got the wrong guy.


Sleep tonight will be impossible, as there seems to be a loud ruckus going on down the hall. I'm going to go find out what this is.

Another apology is as follows:

I woke up at the hospital this morning. I don't remember what happened for the last weekend.


According to the doctor, I was discovered covered in lashes and bruises. Once again, I have no memory of the entire weekend.


I hear the family next door moved out. I don't particularly care; I'm in too much pain to. I feel like someone went over my body with a rake while I was asleep.


The trial for the serial murders is tomorrow. I don't know if I'm going to be able to make it to this.

Last night's testimonial is as follows:

My microphone's broken. I'll get a new one soon, but in the meantime, here's my testimonial.


I heard a lot of dripping. That'd be the tap; my landlord can fix that. The family next door is very loud. Then again, I don't blame them; they have a young kid. More scratching. Rats.


There was an odd noise, sounded like a plomp. I woke up in the morning to find droplets of blood on my carpet, leading between my bed and the front door. I have a couple of theories; I might have sleepwalked, or I simply hadn't noticed this before. I will keep an eye out for occurrences like this in the future.

An update is as follows:

We've got him. It's taken us weeks and quite a bit of taxpayer's money, but we've nailed the murderer. I'm not at liberty to speak much of him, but he's sort of a pale guy, a druggie. Exactly the type you'd expect.


The trial will be held next Tuesday. In the meantime, I'm going to go back to recording night-sounds. I still have a bet to settle.

Last night's testimonial is as follows:

Work was quiet yesterday, but the night certainly wasn't. My new neighbors are a family of three. Small child, too. Toddler. Kid kept me up all night.


I heard the child yelling all night long, the parents running to and fro. Then I heard the rats scratching on the walls, yet again. The water tap wouldn't stop dripping either. Sleep? Who needs sleep?

A quick testimonial is as follows:

I have not noticed any noises in the past few nights. That is, beyond the police moving things around from time to time.

An update is as follows:

The workload has just been piling on lately. And that's not all.


My neighbor's room isn't a crime scene anymore; my landlord actually put it back up for rent yesterday. My landlord is that kind of person. And amazingly, someone was desperate enough to get it. They're moving in as I'm typing this entry. I hope they're not the noisy type.


I suppose I'll try to post more. I mean, if people are actually reading this...