My dad's trying to get me into upcycling sweaters, but I don't see the point. What a weird hobby! I'd rather be selling flowers.

Mom kept pestering me to filter the kitchen sink while I was playing Dead White 12 today. I tried to tell her I was in the middle of a boss fight, but she made me do it anyway. She said "Ask a silly question, you'll get a silly answer." I have no idea what she's talking about when she says stuff like that. Sometimes I wonder if I'm adopted.