4:45am

I remember now why I wanted Sarah as a thesis advisor. This evening, after sitting around bitching about Everett for a while, Sarah suggested we go back to the site. I also suggested that we have her "external aiding influences" give us a ride over, since the cops were between us and them.

Sarah doesn't take shit about her pet theories terribly well, and glared at me for a while while I watched fucking Jeopardy in some language I don't know. After a while, she suggested that after dark we go visit the site by an alternate route.

We went. Good god, it was the scariest shit I've ever seen. I'm going to sleep now. I'll write about it tomorrow.