Oct 11, 2005 12:36
But I can't do anything about that.
I'm living in a house, a very big house, at the top of Jacob's ladder.
Last night I returned from Remedies at the respectable hour of 12:30ish and the cat got into my room and I had trouble coaxing it out from under the bed.
My room is the nicest room ever and my view is second to none. I have a polish flag and a pirate flag in my window, the latter I can see from the moor in the town centre. I am only a bit worried that the Poles next door may suspect I am calling them pirates.
I don't really have any news. I mastered the design and print lesson this morning, composing a nice magazine page about barnacles.
Soon I will rule the world.
I'm thinking about getting Ben to illustrate my poems, but he's pretty busy so maybe I'll ask at another point.
Ray Tanner was passionately assaulted by a drunk neighbour he kindly offered to take bootsaling. Ray Tanner was annoyed that he didn't get to see the bootsale, and thinks she may be schizophrenic and is definitely a nymphomaniac.
I wrote a 'story' about my first week. I quite like it. I'll post it soon.
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