feeling the ever-increasing urge to beat his head against a wall. Perhaps a vacation is in order?

seems to be getting less and less sleep every night. Could it be that's he's getting sick?

would like to wish Charles Dickens a happy birthday, even if he's long past dead. The man was a brilliant authour.

, quite honestly, starting to get a little tired of this cold weather. He can't sleep when his limbs have turned into blocks of ice..

just baked a batch of fresh scones...but there's noone to eat them with. N-Not that he's lonely, or anything...

, to put it bluntly, absolutely pissed right now. Unfortunately, he lost his baseball bat some months ago and doesn't have anything to

that "11 out of 11 doctors recommend time travel".

concerned by the constant sound of gunshots coming from his neighbor's house...he's sort of hoping that it's just a video game, as when he

a certain...tension in the air. Normally he wouldn't bother to ask, but is everyone alright?

sometimes wonders what the point of religion is...it's been a very long time since he's followed one, after all. Isn't it just another