Dad: "1,2,3, testing, 1,2,3--"
Elf: "MUFLON!" looks at screen "nope, not recording"
Dad: "yea..." examines.

"Hello! 1 2 3-- still not working..!" (last bit in sing-song)
-Dad

*sniff* "smells like burnt leather, or something.."
-Dad

Why do I have Russian techno in my head?
Dammit Gabbit!!

Like roses.
*sniff*
it's nice.

I hafta meet with my teacher, Luke, today.
Chris wants to know how I'm feeling.

my toe bleeds into my sock when I walk around. it's wierd.

I'm gonna take a look at my work before walking to 180.
Luv to all.
And hugs. Many hugs.