Blog angry!

(this is an attempt to recreate this morning's post which apparently happened during a period of angry time for el bloggo)(update: after a bit of detective work -- charlie bonnet would be proud -- i've found the missing blog post. it will remain hidden forever.)

Word count: ~9000
Words ahead of this time last year: ~4000
Health: poorish

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I turn the picture over. Written on the back, in the same hand that wrote the note on the door back in that loft (albeit much smaller and not with blood -- I'm guessing it was a Papermate Flexigrip Elite. Not my first choice in writing instruments, but not terrible by any means) is written the date and the now familiar words, "Her blood is on your hands."
"I knew that already," I say to the photo. "It's all over my clothes, too. Tell me something new, god dammit. Tell me something I don't know already."
I shake the picture for good measure. It's a technique that sometimes works with humans, occasionally with cats, but rarely, if ever, with inanimate objects such as the photograph in my hand. Oh well. I return it to my wallet for later examination.
"Who you talking to, Bonnet?" asks a voice from the darkness. I turn to find Sal approaching warily. His face registers shock when he sees me. "Holy shit! What happened to you?"
"What do you mean?" I ask innocently.
"You don't look so good," Sal says.
"Well, I'm sorry I woke you up," I reply. "But that's no reason to be insulting."
"Okay, okay," Sal says, reaching for his keys. He actually keeps what looks like a hundred different keys on one of those retractable keyrings janitors always have. I don't know what else Sal does, but I know he only manages this one building. What could those other keys be for? His heart? His dreams? "I get it, top secret private dick stuff, right?"
"Sal, please, I've asked you not to call me that."
"Oh yeah. Sorry. You prefer public dick?" Sal laughs at his own joke. I am certain nobody else will. Remember when I mentioned that Chicago has its fair share of assholes? Sal here is one of them. Remember when I said that Sal was a swell guy? Well, I was fucking kidding.