Life here is the same as it ever was. Every morning, I have to mop the floor before I can eat breakfast. Usually, I have a big plate of baked kimchee with a side of asparagus, and wash it down with a glass of Dyspepsi Cola.

Last weekend a bunch of us camped out overnight in our fort. We made a throne out of charred 2x4s for the Frightmaster to sit on, and took turns sitting on it and telling scary stories with a flashlight under our face. Benny told one about a ghost named Alastair who haunted the guy who stole his teal face. Mikey was so scared he peed in his sleeping bag. It was totally great.