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I lost this contraption in the carnage that composes Vince's room, it's been gone for about a week now, and to be honest I'm surprised it's survived. Actually, I'm not sure how I'm surviving being forced to share a room with the twerp. Being in here is like being absorbed by a feather. I think I'm allergic to spangle, I can't stop sneezing and snuffling when I'm around Vince at the moment. I never knew his electro tendencies could be so damaging to my health. No wonder I keep telling him not to touch me - who knows what I might have caught from him before if I hadn't taken such precautions.
Our new found burst of creativity seems to have died a death too since we've been forced to share. Instead of coming up with new notes, or ballads about the madness of march hares, we've just been sneezing (me) and sulking (him) for most of the time. We did get out to that party for the hangman, though, and my costume was a success. Sherlock Holmes was apparently a most fitting choice of outfit. I might start using the pipe more, I think it makes me look even more distinguished. Perhaps I shall keep the deerstalker for more formal occasions, y'know, it wouldn't do to look too brilliantly genius all the time, I might start to intimidate people. Anyway, the party was alright I suppose, bit too much fighting and all that malarkey for my tastes, but I did get to show off my singing abilities when I serenaded a beautiful woman who seemed very impressed. As far as I can remember, she lovingly caressed my face then slipped away; clearly, our love was not meant to be. I looked for Gideon too, but either she was not there, or was so beautifully disguised that even with all my looking practise I could not find her. Shame, I think she would have gone for my look.
I'm led in my bunk underneath Vince's bed right now, and it's stifling. It keeps me up all night, imagining that his bed is going to fall on me and crush me in my sleep. It would be a poor way to go.
I lost this contraption in the carnage that composes Vince's room, it's been gone for about a week now, and to be honest I'm surprised it's survived. Actually, I'm not sure how I'm surviving being forced to share a room with the twerp. Being in here is like being absorbed by a feather. I think I'm allergic to spangle, I can't stop sneezing and snuffling when I'm around Vince at the moment. I never knew his electro tendencies could be so damaging to my health. No wonder I keep telling him not to touch me - who knows what I might have caught from him before if I hadn't taken such precautions.
Our new found burst of creativity seems to have died a death too since we've been forced to share. Instead of coming up with new notes, or ballads about the madness of march hares, we've just been sneezing (me) and sulking (him) for most of the time. We did get out to that party for the hangman, though, and my costume was a success. Sherlock Holmes was apparently a most fitting choice of outfit. I might start using the pipe more, I think it makes me look even more distinguished. Perhaps I shall keep the deerstalker for more formal occasions, y'know, it wouldn't do to look too brilliantly genius all the time, I might start to intimidate people. Anyway, the party was alright I suppose, bit too much fighting and all that malarkey for my tastes, but I did get to show off my singing abilities when I serenaded a beautiful woman who seemed very impressed. As far as I can remember, she lovingly caressed my face then slipped away; clearly, our love was not meant to be. I looked for Gideon too, but either she was not there, or was so beautifully disguised that even with all my looking practise I could not find her. Shame, I think she would have gone for my look.
I'm led in my bunk underneath Vince's bed right now, and it's stifling. It keeps me up all night, imagining that his bed is going to fall on me and crush me in my sleep. It would be a poor way to go.