Most Definitely Do NOT Smell Like Lavender Chewing Gum

September 29, 2235 hours

Realised that I have not been keeping up with this ever since return to Crestville. Having Eva around to talk to renders this functionless. Shall put one entry in here though, just to remind me of home when I have to inevitably return to the field. Which will probably be soon. So far, no news of Cecil, but they cannot be allowing me to draw a paycheck whilst doing nothing. Most likely will be assigned to a new case until Cecil is found, dead or alive. Am hoping that it will be somewhere close by.

Can hear the shower now. Have about 20 minutes before Eva will be done showering and calls me to bed. So glad to be back with her. She was also very happy to see me. Not sure if absence makes the heart grow fonder, or if she is really more beautiful and funny and kind than I remembered her before I left. Made a slight blunder with her on the first night. Being away made me forget. Was cuddling with her in bed and got into the mood. She must have felt me pressing up against her because she gently pushed me away and turned to face me. Was initially afraid that she would be angry with me but she just attributed it to me being away for a while and forgetting and had a laugh about it. Am glad that she is so understanding, and respect her wishes, but sometimes wish that she had come to me already experienced. Since, well, it is not like we will be able to get married any time soon on my pay. Do not understand why society places so much value on a woman's virtue. Do not imagine I would have loved her any less otherwise.

Every time I stop writing for a while I get distracted by the music from the radio. There is honestly nothing nice to listen to nowadays. Autotune and versificators have virtually robbed the music industry of any real talent, and most radio show hosts are full of base or juvenile comedy. Seems like Caramel agrees with me. She has hopped off my lap and is stalking towards the radio. Press - smart cat. Oh. Not so smart cat. That's not the off switch. That's just change channel. Guess I'll have to do it myse

Confess I wrote this segment after a few calls to Elmwood. When Caramel changed radio channels heard something I never thought I'd hear:

"Carlos, beautiful Carlos, tragically shorn of his locks, reportedly was the only dissenting voice - but it is not clear he actually opposed the measure, as the minutes only report him stating, "There is no time. No more time," into a black rectangle in his hand, then running, winded, from the community hall. According to Old Woman Josie, he was still absolutely perfect, and smelled of lavender chewing gum."

Lavender chewing gum?! (Alright confess I wrote this segment after a few calls to Elmwood AND a trip to the local supermarket. Hope Eva does not notice unused cologne in the bin.) But more connected to rest of diary's subject matter, Cecil! How he managed to get his hands on recording and broadcasting equipment one can only imagine. Do not know how to feel about this. (Have not known how to feel about Cecil since the day I met him, I realised.) He is alive and now that his channel is known it will not be difficult to find him, but it seems that prolonged exposure to the outside world has weakened his mental faculties even further. Now he is hallucinating my presence and actions. Although some progress seems to have been made regarding his retention of observations of objective reality. He remembers I cut my hair. Seems unduly affected by it though. Once again am reminded of his unsettling attachment to me. Wonder if any other doctors have faced this before?

At any rate seems that return to Adelanto is imminent now. So not much point in writing anymore; will end here for today. Eva is about to turn off the lights; now wishing me good night.

And before the radio is silenced, so does someone else.

Good night, Night Vale. Good night.

Note: Okay uhm now that there is sufficient of my material to judge pacing and writing style, may I appeal for some reviews? It would be most helpful for me to improve my writing skills so as to give you a more pleasurable reading experience. Positive or negative reviews are all appreciated, but may I also appeal that all judgments be substantiated with evidence please, for example, "This story is terrible, because Carlos is too emotional right from the start and also the pacing is too fast, too many things happening in 4 chapters". No blind praise or blind criticism, thank you.

Also have noticed that many fanfiction authors put a disclaimer, so wondering if I should too, but honestly do I really need to tell you that I don't own Night Vale and no profit is intended when I'm writing on a site called ?