The Diary of Darm Strider

Second entry. April 7th 1985 It was my day off today. I hung out with the kid and the dog. We went to a park, and I let them just run wild while I hung out on a bench and dozed off for an hour or two. H.A.L. was watching, though, so I was sure they were fine. When we got home, I put on a movie from my father. It was hard to watch, but I made the mistake of telling ████ what he did for work, so it's really my fault. I think it was about two brothers. ████ kept calling the character "us." I told him he didn’t have to do that, but he didn’t really understand. I don’t fault him for that; he’s just a kid, but damn. H.A.L. didn’t really speak today, which is odd for him. I think I pissed him off the other night by calling him "just a robot." I didn’t mean to piss him off. It's like having three kids between him and the dog; I’m swamped at home. It’s just tiring at this point. I think I may have to hire a real babysitter instead of having my sister watch them.

First entry of Mr. Strider's Diary. April 2nd 1985 I watched a cartoon with ████ today. We both fell asleep on the couch. I woke up and put him in his bed about twenty minutes ago. I've been putting off writing in this for a while. I found the motivation finally and decided there's no better time than now. Work was shit today. I'm tired, and my boss won't get off my ass about deadlines. Like, I get it, but I'm working with half of the energy I would have if he just gave me an hour or two for a break. I didn't really eat today either. I ought to head back to bed.

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