Maybe one day, I'll understand the necessity of playing baseball on what is supposedly a cross between a private school and a tennis camp. However, that day's probably not going to be today.
I... remember some things, now. Not much, though, and only trivial little details that might just as well be forgotten. Obviously, I've brought divine judgment down on myself or something.
Kite
Since you're so intent on babysitting me, feel like accompanying me to the town? I've apparently gone insane since I feel the oddest urge to have some more holes poked on me. That, and the concept of enraging my father is rather appealling.