**PANIC!** its crept up my spine like first rising vibes of an acid frenzy. all these horrible thoughts began to dawn on me. what had happened? i woke up and smelt gas in our home. curious, i walk out of the bedroom and the smell only got stronger. something must be wrong. i walk out the bedroom and suddenly my nasal cavity is invaded by another smell, something i'm not used to. i get to the kitchen, and there is a sheet of **COOKIE-BARS** cooling next to our large glass squirrel sitting on a large nut. apparently krystal made me them for all the unpacking i did today after work, and for the fact that my grandmothers and i were able to clean her old apartment to the point that she got her full security deposit back. the landlord was even _impressed_. gma was right, her undefeated security-deposit title reign continues. /rock