Laaaaame.

Harrumph. Seems like Father was the only one who appreciated my EXCEEDINGLY well-thought-out logic puzzle. Well, nuts to the rest of you... you are lame.

Today was a laundry day, which means I don't have very much to talk about. I could go into detail about the folding, but... um... I'm not going to do that. I know, I'm a jerk. But tomorrow, there just might be extreme levels of amazing excitement!

... I very much doubt there will be, but one never knows. Aliens could attack, or robots, or... orcs, or whatever. Demons conjured from psychic dimensions, genetically-engineered super-soldiers, well-meaning ungulates, all that rot. I'LL KEEP YOU INFORMED.