I think I have a stalker. Some creeper dude is pacing around in front of my office window. Dude, it's like 20 below out there. Whatareyoudoing? Oh, just kidding, he just walked into Demaray Hall. Thank goodness. Stalker session is over. He's done it before though. Just paced around the little garden patio outside my work, looking at plants and flowers, and basically just looking sketch and awkward. Now I'm sounding mean. He could be a really nice guy, who's genuinely interested in the winter flora/fauna. Leafless trees, frost-bitten plants, dead flowers... really fascinating.
There's me, pretending to be a creeper/stalker.
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