We're looking at apartments. We're taking Frog and getting the hell out of Dodge. I'm so tired of here, tired of this place. Can a house have a soul? Can it be a living, breathing thing? Does it dream I wonder and if it did does it dream of us. If the above is possible then this house must have nightmares. I think this could be a good house, but the people who live there define it. As it stands I stiffen up when one of my roommates actually comes from the basement, and get aggravated beyond all reason at another. When we leave, we'll probably never see these people again. Funny how you can live and share meals with someone for six months and then when the arrangements end they vanish from your lives. Besides Sean, Frog is the only roommate I like. We're taking him with us so he doesn't get screwed over in the whole deal. If houses can dream, do the dream of flying away?