And on the seventh day...
Hmm, it's Sunday today. Perhaps tonight would be an ideal time to work my "magic", per se. Aheheh.
Anyway, I did have a rather enjoyable Saturday afternoon yesterday. Went to one of the visitors' parlours again and played the piano. Well, not really played so much as banged on the keys and made a good deal of noise. Quite relaxing and satisfying, actually, I ought to do it more often. Although I should bring a cushion with me next time, the bench is rather uncomfortable when you're not wearing any pants.
Ah, and to my good fortune, one of the girls - I don't know her name, they all look the same to me - happened upon the room while I was still fiddling around with the piano. She must've thought a ghost was playing it or something along those lines as she shrieked (nearly made me deaf, I should think) and then immediately fainted. Not that I minded though. I did, however, mind the numerous layers of clothing she had decided to dress herself in. I mean, honestly, it's not that cold out yet and that's from someone who's naked as a newborn baby most of the time!
Took me a good minute or two to finally get to what I was looking for. Actually, it reminded me an awful lot of one Christmas where my mother thought it would be amusing if she wrapped up one of my presents in several layers of newsprint. I thought it was a rather cruel prank, fooling me into thinking she was going to give me a nice large gift which turned out to be no more than a small worthless notebook. Well, it's not so worthless anymore since I used it to record some of my notes from my experiments on invisibility. Speaking of which, I'm still horribly aggravated as to where on earth my three notebooks could be. I have no idea where that tramp - I don't remember his name - could have hidden them. Perhaps Kemp found them and kept them for himself (idiotic greedy bastard that he was) although if that were the case, it's too late for me to ask him. Perhaps I, heh heh, shouldn't have casually strangled him after all.
Oh well. As much of a nuisance as invisibility is most of the time, I must admit it's rather useful in attaining certain...goods, for lack of a better word....especially when the humans I'm filching them off of are so amazingly stupid that they fail to notice all of the obvious signs that would give away an invisible man. I'm glad I'm not one of them. Human, I mean.
Anyway, I did have a rather enjoyable Saturday afternoon yesterday. Went to one of the visitors' parlours again and played the piano. Well, not really played so much as banged on the keys and made a good deal of noise. Quite relaxing and satisfying, actually, I ought to do it more often. Although I should bring a cushion with me next time, the bench is rather uncomfortable when you're not wearing any pants.
Ah, and to my good fortune, one of the girls - I don't know her name, they all look the same to me - happened upon the room while I was still fiddling around with the piano. She must've thought a ghost was playing it or something along those lines as she shrieked (nearly made me deaf, I should think) and then immediately fainted. Not that I minded though. I did, however, mind the numerous layers of clothing she had decided to dress herself in. I mean, honestly, it's not that cold out yet and that's from someone who's naked as a newborn baby most of the time!
Took me a good minute or two to finally get to what I was looking for. Actually, it reminded me an awful lot of one Christmas where my mother thought it would be amusing if she wrapped up one of my presents in several layers of newsprint. I thought it was a rather cruel prank, fooling me into thinking she was going to give me a nice large gift which turned out to be no more than a small worthless notebook. Well, it's not so worthless anymore since I used it to record some of my notes from my experiments on invisibility. Speaking of which, I'm still horribly aggravated as to where on earth my three notebooks could be. I have no idea where that tramp - I don't remember his name - could have hidden them. Perhaps Kemp found them and kept them for himself (idiotic greedy bastard that he was) although if that were the case, it's too late for me to ask him. Perhaps I, heh heh, shouldn't have casually strangled him after all.
Oh well. As much of a nuisance as invisibility is most of the time, I must admit it's rather useful in attaining certain...goods, for lack of a better word....especially when the humans I'm filching them off of are so amazingly stupid that they fail to notice all of the obvious signs that would give away an invisible man. I'm glad I'm not one of them. Human, I mean.