February 15, 2003
Laura was marked for death. I knew this when I met her. I s'pose this made it easier to kill her. I don't know. It's not as though I go around snuffing people as a pastime. She was pissing me off. I can't explain it now. It was her skeletal appearance, her unjustified arrogance and her confrontation. I got to me, slowly. So I pushed her off the ledge. Didn't think about it. Don't ask me about it now. It happened. I can't say I'm tortured by regret. It had to happen. As with all things: Better sooner than later.