Dear Desi,
Started work at the warehouse today. It's pretty grueling stuff, but hey, at least I'm getting exercise. I work a 10 hour shift and come home exhausted. After the first week I thought my limbs were all going to fall off one by one. It's gotten better now though. I've actually put on some weight. Yeah, me, putting on weight. Can you even believe that? I'm up to like 160 now I think. Been eating out a lot. There's a decent number of local places that are pretty tasty, and cheap as well. The temperature and weather have been pleasant so far as well. I'm settling in here, but there's something that's been bugging me. This town--there's something not quite right about it. I can't put my finger on it--the people all seem normal, it's just that something is off. Maybe it's just paranoia. I haven't been taking my pills, so that could be it. Yes, I know, I'll get that prescription filled this week. I haven't been by the local pharmacy yet.
So how's mom doing? She still having those dreams? I hope not. I mean, I thought I had fucked up dreams, but hers take the cake. I really have to wonder how you managed to avoid inheriting any of our parents screwed up neuroses. At any rate, be thankful you didn't, they're not fun. I had one a few nights ago about falling down a mineshaft. I hit the bottom, but I wasn't dead. I broke a leg on impact though. It was really dark and the air was heavy, and there was this sickly-sweet smell in the air. I remember hobbling along a passage down there for ages before realizing that I wasn't alone. There was something else there, in the darkness of that mine, and it wanted to hurt me. The last thing I remember before waking up was hearing a scraping noise coming from somewhere close off to my right, and then a high-pitch shrieking that continued as I woke up. It died out as I got out of bed, but my ears were actually ringing for like an hour afterwards. Freaky, huh? They're just dreams though, right? I need to get back on the meds though, and soon. My nerves are getting shaky.
Write back soon, ok? I miss you. Tell Mom I love her, and remember to buy those flowers for Dad next week for his birthday. I'll write again in a few days.
Love,
Jonah
p.s.- I hope the enclosed gift helps. Should be enough to cover rent next month.
