Saturday.
Fuck. Holy shit. I held a party in one of the casinos, and guess who showed up. Wilbur fucking soot. We spoke out on the balcony, and then shit escalated. WE FUCKING KISSED! HE KISSED ME! Holy shit. I don't know anymore. What does this mean? I offered him a room in the hotel but he rejected my offer an then left! HE FUCKING LEFT! He had a smug look on his face as well.
I really need to increase security. If someone like shlatt wanted to break in, he could. I'm not really ready to see him again. Not after everything that happened. I don't even know what he would do. That's the scary bit. Had a late night last night. Might go for a walk tomorrow. Sam is not on duty tomorrow so hopefully no more break-in's.
That's all.
