Once upon a time, Diaryland was a land of diaries. Now it is a land of no man's. Except for Andrew. He is a man of the highest order. I don't know how to go about ordering a man, but he is the highest one.

And there is a boy. He looks at me when he performs, and it makes me feel strange so I pretend to talk to someone. I really do talk to the person, but you know... I do it because of the staring. I think we get it. Oh.

*sings*

It does not even make any sense. Boo. Maybe I have low self esteem.

I watched The Dark Crystal. A momentous occasion if ever there was one. I kind of wish I had seen it as a child. It seems like the kind of film I would have had a creepy attachment to as I got older. It's never the same when you watch them years later.

I think Noodle and I need to go sailing.