Dear Diary,

As of my writing this, perfect Carlos has been in Night Vale for forty wonderful days. He has done many scientific studies on all sorts of phenomena, and questions the strangest things. Like, can you believe he tried to stop a Town Council meeting? Thank goodness Carlos is an outsider or he'd have been taken in for re-education for sure!

Maybe he didn't read his "Intro to Night Vale" packet thoroughly enough. But why dwell on it? Carlos is safe and beautiful, even with his hair so tragically shorn.

Away from the subject of his hair, I dropped by Carlos's lab today to ask him about the moon. One of his much less perfect, but probably still nice, colleagues let me inside. She also directed me to Carlos's office. And what an office it was! Full of pictures and awards; everything put in a place that kept the whole room looking picturesque and clutter-free. Not that the opposite would negatively affect my opinion of Carlos, but it was nice to see that we have something in common.

After a moment of uncharacteristic silence – for me, anyway; I just get so tongue-tied around him – I asked Carlos my first question of what the moon actually was. He looked surprised for a while but answered it exquisitely well, making sure I understood what he meant before moving onto his next point. I went on, asking more and more questions about the moon. Carlos answered them all perfectly and got to all of them, even though I'm sure I was talking too fast. Again, it's just so hard to talk to him sometimes!

I offered the traditional hug of gratitude, but Carlos respectfully declined. Instead, he asked me to refrain from mentioning our meeting on my show. I was confused, but still agreed. It must not be a custom where Carlos is from. I tried to follow his request, but I think one or two things slipped out. At least I can honestly say I did my best, right?

A quick glance out the window has informed me that it is currently snowing outside! I thought the weather control station didn't have enough money left to pay for anything besides sunny days. What a way to show that we all can be proven wrong! I'd say it was a miracle, but those are outlawed in even-numbers months this year. I think it was the odd ones last year.

Anyway, I think I'm going to go out and enjoy this miraculous not-a-miracle. Goodnight, diary. Goodnight.