Mom kept pestering me to scour the toilet while I was playing Kill Punk 2 today. I tried to tell her I was in the middle of a boss fight, but she made me do it anyway. She said "For the want of a nail, the mice will play." I have no idea what she's talking about when she says stuff like that. Sometimes I wonder if I'm adopted.

Yesterday we went exploring in the condemned mineshaft over by Old Man Sullivan's farm. He got mad and yelled at us for trespassing, but we managed to grab a neat iron compass before we left.