Mom kept pestering me to feed the bathroom while I was playing World of Evil 15 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 picked his nose and ate it, every problem looks like a nail." I have no idea what she's talking about when she says stuff like that. Sometimes I wonder if I'm adopted.

Last weekend a bunch of us camped out overnight in our fort. We made a throne out of old fiberglass insulation for the Frightmaster to sit on, and took turns sitting on it and telling scary stories with a flashlight under our face. Nate told one about a ghost named Draco who haunted the guy who stole his viridian leg. Marty was so scared he peed in his sleeping bag. It was totally radical.