Someone's been tinkering around with things in the Inventing Room. Things that shouldn't have been tinkered with in the first place.

But don't worry. I have my suspicions. Yes. Yes, indeed.

So... incredibly... tired...

I simply must stop working myself to death like this. Sure, it helps take my mind off things, but it's certainly not doing my body any good. Blasted headaches.

... I just realized something.

I'm incredibly cryptic.

Hah. That's kinda funny. Weird, even.

I told myself when I woke up this afternoon morning that I would try to be more social and not... hide as much. But then I realized it was Sunday. And everyone is usually out of the factory on Sundays ( Read more... )

I know I haven't been around in a while. I have my reasons. I thought I was getting off quite well with Veruca, but... Now I have absolutely no idea. Really.

And once I find the gits that were in the fruit extract room? Oh. They'll be in trouble. I'm sure I'll think of something soon enough. Some sort of punishment.

I hope the entire factory hasn't fallen apart due to the fact that I haven't been out of my room yet today. Hah. Yeah. I just couldn't bring myself to get out of bed, ya know? Then when I was finally out of bed, I couldn't bring myself to leave. Just one of those days, I suppose ( Read more... )