So I finally wrapped the last of the Christmas presents today. I'm glad it's only December 30th.

Actually, I will have one more to wrap when I finally finish Ross's painting. Maybe I should say if I finish it. It's getting more and more like that.

It's midnight, and there are two people walking down the street here in normally deserted Uptown Charlotte. As if this weren't weird enough, one of them just bent down to give the other one a piggy back ride. I had no idea the homeless were so friendly with one another.

Realistically, they are dressed too nicely to be homeless. I wonder where they're going this time of night. Sometimes I see people park over here by my building at night and then walk in the direction of 6th street. The odd part is there is nothing to walk TO on 6th Street. I have no idea where they're going.

The old firehouse across the street here is supposed to be haunted. That's what I read in this book I picked up last week anyway. In fact, most of the "haunted" places in this book are around here in Fourth Ward. So now I keep an eye out my window on that firehouse, and I really hope I see something. I'd love to have an actual reason to believe in the supernatural.

When I first moved in here, for about the first week, all the dreams I had were about ghosts. In one particularly vivid dream, they were trying to tell me things about who they were and showing me old photographs, but they had no good way to communicate. Some were trying to use music and others were trying to use tapping sounds in almost a morse code fashion. I got some things out of it, but I woke up feeling sad that I couldn't communicate with them better.

This building was built on the site of one of the largest cotton mills in the old south.