Mom kept pestering me to groom the dishes while I was playing Steel Rising 9 today. I tried to tell her I was in the middle of a boss fight, but she made me do it anyway. She said "For the want of a nail, the tough get going." I have no idea what she's talking about when she says stuff like that. Sometimes I wonder if I'm adopted.

Last weekend a bunch of us camped out overnight in our fort. We made a throne out of greasy linoleum for the Frightmaster to sit on, and took turns sitting on it and telling scary stories with a flashlight under our face. Vinnie told one about a ghost named Raven who haunted the guy who stole his ruby nose. Marky was so scared he peed in his sleeping bag. It was totally cool.