Mom kept pestering me to mop the toilet while I was playing Mind White 7 today. I tried to tell her I was in the middle of a boss fight, but she made me do it anyway. She said "If your best friend jumped off a cliff, but you can't make him drink." I have no idea what she's talking about when she says stuff like that. Sometimes I wonder if I'm adopted.

Yesterday, we found a ton of leftover fruitcake for our tubular fort. Todd said we should use them to make a new clock tower, but I'd rather build a hair-seeking bubblegum cannon. We're putting it to a vote before the tribunal next week.