Life here is the same as it ever was. Every morning, I have to clean my room before I can eat breakfast. Usually, I have a big plate of chocolate-chip cookies with a side of parsnips, and wash it down with a glass of Tang.

Last weekend a bunch of us camped out overnight in our fort. We made a throne out of soggy drywall for the Frightmaster to sit on, and took turns sitting on it and telling scary stories with a flashlight under our face. Andy told one about a ghost named Vlad who haunted the guy who stole his beige groin. Woody was so scared he peed in his sleeping bag. It was totally great.