"piffle"

I really don't know what to write. I have nothing profound to say. Therefore I feel like I am wasting a post. However people have been waiting. Perhaps you'd prefer to wait a little longer, no? Wait until I actually have something intelligent to say, yes? Well, that may take some time.

It may be 11:00 at night, but it is too early to go to bed, with a bit of leftover Chinese food in my stomach. The sweet and sour pork is really good. Thanks Jake. 4 club crackers with Jiff PB on them were not dinner enough for me. Can I just say that moms are my heros? Especially mothers of small children. I mean, how do they ever get time to feed themselves??

There seems to be no logical reason to do an update on my life, seeing as those few that read this are a big part of my life. I was about to say that they are my life, but that sounds idolotrous.

This is my last night of having my own room. It has been jolly good fun. Oops... cleaning off Felicity's bed, that's one thing I have to do tomorrow. It is nice to have a room all to one's self.


Alright. I may end up deleting this silly post later.


"Peter, if anyone does marry you, it will be for the pleasure of hearing you talk piffle." says Harriet to Lord Peter.