Grandpox's birthday lunch "surprise". Which she valiantly tried to foil by perplexing Dorcas (who then tried pulling a subterfuge over her by charming Grandpox with her feminine wiles). I am unable to stop erupting in fits of laughter whenever in close proximity with these people.. But it's alright because I know they think of my face in the shower and giggle fondly to themselves. There are many things I cannot wait for but will have to anyway. Like our sleepover where we will scream and squeal like little girls.. Or in your case Grandpox a 17 year old boy. I sometimes want to invite myself uninvitied over to your place for breakfast (you too Ganoida considering how you guys are practically neighbours now) but your maid probably hates me enough already.

Mommer is exasperated with my failing memory and my indifference about important things (Like what my sister was wearing when she left the house or whether I've cleared the plate Khesa ate from. Why can't Khesa wash his own plate? Freeloader. Or how she tells me something at the bottom of the stairs and halfway up I have to turn round and ask her to repeat what she's said because it's slipped my mind.) because she's the one that's supposed to be growing old and somehow mistakes that the young one makes are less forgivable. I don't mind though. I made up by reading yesterday's newspapers today. I can't find today's. Maybe I didn't look hard enough. In any case she's glad I've touched the papers. I'd much rather stick with books though, they don't leave my fingers ink-stained when I'm done. Though I could seize the chance to wipe my fingers on Khesa cause they're the same colour as his fur anyway. Then again no. He might die.

Later today there is the fashion festival which means a whole lot to my sister and vicariously a whole lot to me. For now I shall content myself with watching The Simpsons. Moe's my favourite because he makes the two dimensional characters seem more ugly than they already are.

Ciao.