Friday

We-Ping was at the kitchen door scratching to get out. I let her out. After 15 minutes she was scratching to get back in the house. I let her in and her little paws are freezing. I think she was actually shivering. Poor baby.

I'm reading another true crime book about an ex cop who hires a hitman to kill his wife, sister-in-law, daughter and his son. It boggles my mind, the Scott Petersons of the world, why don't they just divorce and get on with their lives? Sick fuckers.

My D.O.N. asked me if I'd be willing to move to the other unit. She says it's a mess, and she'd like me to get things in order. I'm good at organizing shit, and bringing order to where there is none. I'm looking forward to it.