I don't have much to say lately.
I should be working on my cloning paper. But I'm not. Maybe I should clone myself.

I took a test in german on friday. I had to write an essay tracing a person's path through the german school system. At the end I said he was happy with his job because he can eat babies. He is an electrical engineer. He cooks them first.

Mr. Rochester has got something in his attic.