I squashed the bird on Mr. Snowman's hand last night while reaching for my cup of water in the dark. And then I was just looking dazedly at it this morning and without thinking I just squished the whole thing. Yep, him, his son, the rake, the bird, the tree which looks like a stick and some bird shit.

Constipation.
Ha, yijing I'm not going to wait for you. I'm going to the toilet now.

Did I mention that I would not go online today?

But it's the only day when everyone else except plites will be in school. And everywhere will be so empty. And perfect.

I will study.