I'm all alone at home, doing what boys do best. My hands are quite tired already, but I begin with the end in mind, and I think to myself, considering the kick I get out of this, a tired hand and a sore organ is not such a great price to pay after all.

Then again, there are things which a boy can do much better than using the computer when your mom and dad is out. I'll have to get out once I finish this though, because my mom's on her way back, and my kidneys are protesting because my particular posture squeezes them rather uncomfortably.

Had you there, mio amigo.

Mom told me I could only go to church after 'O's, which is thoroughly shitty, cause you never know when Jesus will come to take us back to Heaven. But there's some redemption, cause I'm already in Isa's NEB(spelling?)... And we're fasting as we speak, so I'm foregoing lunch today. I don't really know whether stuffing up during breakfast is considered cheating though.

orchestrated by Renhao at 1:36:00 pm
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