The good news is: I'm moving tomorrow! Thank god.

R has been spying on me more than usual lately. It's the closest thing to "hanging out" with me that he's figured out how to do.

R now chants/ whispers something every time he washes his hands, except when he assumes everybody is asleep.

R is trying everything he can think of to get invited to the Isis concert tonight. Sorry pal, it's not happening.

Just when I thought he'd finally given up, R is back to following me around and pretending to throw out kleenexes.

Moving day is in a month. R has had his mom here for the past week packing boxes for him.

Z isn't home today so R has been following me around everywhere. I can't go into the kitchen without R "needing to throw out a kleenex."

R: "I've gotten my life together." (1) I don't care. (2) No you haven't.

R has started muttering late at night, but only when he thinks somebody might hear him. He does it if my door is open or the light is on.

R spits literally about a hundred times when he brushes his teeth. I think it's a new fake quirk he's decided to develop.