2 days and 15 meals later (give or take a few), I'm back home from my uncle/aunt's in London. I'm so fuzzing tired, and sore. Don't know why, maybe from all the walking and travel this weekend, or from playing Rapid River at Dave & Buster's on Friday night. Yeah, you look like an absolute tool playing it, but it's funny as hell... for the people watching you play. For you, it's just hell.

Yesterday afternoon we all got in the van and drove 30km over to Woodstock to visit my godmother at the campgrounds she owns/runs. I didn't even know about her until a few months ago when my parents mentioned her to me, cause the last time we met I was too young to even remember. She felt rotten for not keeping in touch, but it's cool, that place obviously keeps her mega busy. And now that I know where she is, I'm being expected to make a return visit soon. Uh... we'll see.

Bah, I need to shut down for the night, before I'm tempted to eat another one of these oatmeal cookies me and my cousin Abigail made. They're soft, they're an inch thick, and on the centre of each cookie is a spoonful of my aunt's homemade strawberry jam. Fuzzing A.

+: The Pinball Of The Dead + every The Brilliant Green track on one disc = the sweetest long drive ever.

+: My Dad : Speaking, as Me : Groaning