Odd Dreams

Well, when I left you guys I was in the study room, trying to ingest that detestable pasta. I shall continue from there.
Not long after finishing that last entry, a cleaner came upon my hideout. I quickly and politely vacated the room I wandered to the other side of the school to a flight of stairs and decided to at least finish the chicken of my meal, though I couldn’t stomach any more of the pasta. I managed to get the last piece or two of chicken down and disposed of the evidence in a ...

Was today eventful?
No.
Have I done anything interesting?
No.

Ah, the days of boring blog entries are upon me.

As I sit here, sipping a glass of Coca-Cola Zero (From a 2 liter bottle mum bought along with another of diet lemonade to drink over the Christmas dinner; as I don't drink alcohol and dad was driving to his other home; where ever that is), Sitting on my foot (As is my custom when sitting at the computer, otherwise my body is at a difficult ...