I wish my dad would fix my window. It's cold in here, gaps by my window, wind blowing in. I've got all these scarfs and shawls gathered in my windowframe to keep out the worst, which kinda sucks, because my room isn't getting any prettier. And now I'm sitting here surrounded by cold air and wind and creepy noises and I've got my toed pressed against the heater and I'm pretending to be deaf and NOT cold... Which, to be honest, is actually working out pretty good.
But my dad's sending me off too bed, and my eyes are drooping, and even Dennis is telling me to go, and I DON'T want to.
Gonna go anyway, I think.
Good night everybody.
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