Mom kept pestering me to feed the rabbit hutch while I was playing Assassin's Road 1.5 today. I tried to tell her I was in the middle of a boss fight, but she made me do it anyway. She said "When the cat's away, 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.

Last weekend a bunch of us camped out overnight in our fort. We made a throne out of stolen cinderblocks for the Frightmaster to sit on, and took turns sitting on it and telling scary stories with a flashlight under our face. Andy told one about a ghost named Lucien who haunted the guy who stole his mauve skull. Freddy was so scared he peed in his sleeping bag. It was totally tubular.