i hope that if something happens to me

the knife someone left in my hallway (mine is the only apartment on this floor) could be some stupid college-kid thing or sinister. 

if something happens to me i sure hope emily and joe are texted, and jefforama. 

but, shit, I haven't gotten around to making sure the babies get all my savings and anything of value that can be pawned. i don't think my brothers need to be my beneficiaries. the babies for now are the most logical choice. 

i miss joe, and i wish he were here. that knife is creepy and i'm a sentinel tonight. 

sentimental and sentient.