La sha la

So, beans and broads. Here I am, sitting in Daniel's mighty fine bedroom, utterly bored.

Trouble is, I told his parents I was ill so they wouldn't hate me for sleeping at 5pm and then they brought me medicine and TOLD me to sleep. Meaning I could no longer play Guitar Hero on his Wii or Silent Hill on his PS3 or even Grim Fandango silently on his PC because he left the game in his bloody bag, which is downstairs. You may be wondering why a) Dan isn't here, and b) I can't just go and get the bag. This is because Dan is in his physics lesson. It's that time of the week where his parents say, "Daniel, you don't have enough lessons, so we've hired this private tutor to come and teach you things while we pay him £60 an hour." So he normally has his lessons on Saturday, but not tonight. His tutor has a holiday to go on, so his evil parents have made Dan have a loathed physics lesson at 7:30pm - 9:30pm tonight, on the LAST DAY OF TERM. Grrrr. So meanwhile, I'm stuck up here, all alone, silent, ill, in his room full of all his toys, and nothing to do! I can't even find his tablet pen so I can't even draw using Dan's uber photoshop and his uberer massive huge tablet.

I'm just going to have to read Watchmen, I guess. I think that was his plan all along. Villainous man.

Peace out.