October 2000

Journal of D.K. Scully
October 19, 2000

I know I'm supposed to be "glowing" right now, but I've been in the
crappiest of moods. Even my mother's noticed - she called me "Bill" by
mistake three times this week.

I think I have good reason to feel out of sorts. My clothes don't
fit right. Mulder's missing. Mallomars aren't in stores for the season yet.
Mulder's missing. Skinner patted my belly. I patted his ass. I was
thinking of patting his head, but I couldn't reach. Mulder's missing. This new
agent "Doggett" is an idiot. Mulder's missing. I don't have Diana
Fowley to pick on. Mulder's missing. I'm all out of pickles. Did I mention that
Mulder's missing?

Thankfully, Frohike has really cheered me up. I asked him to see if he could
dig up any dirt on John Doggett. Frohike somehow accessed Doggett's credit
card bills and found out that John likes to shop for underwear in the same places
 that Diana Fowley used to frequent. He was even able to get
a security photo from a Victoria's Secret dressing room. I'm not
quite sure what to do with it yet, but it's almost made me forget that what's-his-name hasn't been around.

I guess Doggett likes to "express himself."

Maybe I'm not in such a bad mood after all.  A few more days
until Nabisco officially starts manufacturing Mallomars again.

D.K.S.