All Quiet on the Western Front

I wish I had more to say, lately, but everything has been so quiet that the most interesting thing I have to report is what I had for dinner last night. Since Picasso has left, there's been not even the slightest hint of trouble. My Host doesn't know quite what to make of it, and honestly, neither do I.

It's been quite a while since I've seen any sign of the monster. A couple months, in fact. And since then, nothing. Everything I've read and been told says that it's extremely unusual. I don't know what to think.

I don't know how monsters work, but I do know how people work. And if it were a person doing this, I'd think they wanted to scare me off but didn't care enough to bother with me. There's been a lot of cheap scare tactics like having people hunt me down and attack me, but not bother to try to seriously harm me.

So maybe it just wanted to scare me off. Maybe it's just gotten bored, and will come back and kill me later. I don't know. I don't think there really is a way to know. But I feel like I should make use of this time to do something worthwhile while I can. I just have to figure out what that should be.