[Chalked on the Wall of Rudy Miller's Bedroom | Off-Network]
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As events around here seem to go, spending a day in anti-gravity was one of the more generally tolerable ones. Assuming you knew how to get around in anti-gravity, that is, which it turns out a lot of people don't. Amazing, how
some people are natural athletes. And some people aren't.
I would like to employ the services of a competent artist for the purposes of having a portrait painted. Payment for services rendered is negotiable, but depending on the total cost, may come with the stipulation of a payment plan allowing for a series of installments, as opposed to a single lump sum. Artists interested in the position are encouraged to inquire within for more information. Thank you.
Also, it has come to my attention that my diet is severely lacking in ice cream. Particularly chocolate. Clearly, something must be done about this. It simply would not do to deprive a growing boy of his needs, after all.
Speaking of which, I still need a chessboard. Hm. The search for ice cream may have to be postponed, after all. Unless someone would care to take pity on a poor, hungry, ice cream-deprived waif and remedy the situation out of the profound goodness of their heart, that is.
...I wonder if Mom's rented out my room back home yet.
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