I made a pie.
An apple pie.
It's going to be yummy.
But... Billy's supposed to be here, making me smile, but he's not, and that makes my pie-joy a little less joyfull.
And it's raining. But that's okay, because I like the rain.
And I'm listening to Demetri Martin. He has a nice voice- he sounds like he couldn't yell, even if he wanted to.
Plus, he has a cool name.
If Billy doesn't get here by 8:00, we'll have to leave without him.
I like writing. My story is coming along very nicely, better then anything I've done before.
I think the guild is helping a lot. Being around other people who write- it's a good thing, and I like it.
The cat and dog are fighting. I know that's what they're supposed to do, but couldn't they give it a break, just for a little while?
What if he comes by at 8:30?
That would be bad. It's already 6:15.
I'm going to go stick my finger in the pie, to see if it's cool yet.
...
Ow.
The pie is not cool, and I've burned my finger.
Typing becomes difficult.
I'm going to go read.
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