I got Friga’s goodbye letter in the mail today. She insisted that we’ll see each other again someday. Maybe she’s just going south for the winter. Way south.
Chow got really mad at me, and I didn’t quite know what was going on. But then he mentioned the brown stuff that he asked me to get for him. Oops.
But when I spoke to him again, he apologized. But I don’t think he was truly sorry. I think his apology was full of…brown stuff.
Jay was daydreaming about fish, and it was a little creepy. Okay, a lot creepy.
It’s Saturday night, so I headed to the Roost to check out some live music. I asked for a random song and K.K. played K.K. Ballad for me.
When I went to visit Benedict, he was coughing and sneezing.
Is he sick? Or is he just faking it so that he doesn’t get cooked and eaten? Now that I’ve made him start calling me Colonel, I’m sure he has nightmares about being chased by Colonel Sanders. (Credit to bearnicorn for drawing the picture at that link).