Lacey looked at the clock, which read 3:27 in the afternoon. Almost 3:30? Today is already flying by fast and the peppermint puppy still couldn't think of anything to do. Some of his friends were nowhere to be seen. The house where Lacey lives in right now is huge because he has a lot of friends that he sees everyday. He got thirsty just now and decided to get some grape juice that Beatrice had recently bought.

Just then Lacey saw a few other friends that joined him in the kitchen.

"Hi, Lacey. How's your day so far?" Carla asked her friend.

Carla is a grey and white cat. She grabbed an apple from the fruit basket.

"I'm bored, Carla. I still can't think of anything today."

"Not even a game to play?"

"Including that."

Blue Jay, who is a white swan looked in their direction.

"What are you both talking about?"

Blue Jay also helped himself to a glass of chocolate milk.

"It's just a boring day, Blue Jay. What have you and Carla been doing all day?"

"We played chess with Bea a few hours ago."

"Who won? I don't understand that game," Lacey told him.

"I'm sorry to hear about your bad day, Lacey. You still have all day to come up with ideas, even if it means writing in your notebook."

From what Blue Jay said was true. Lacey usually writes in a notebook since he does mostly poetry and journaling. He had only shown his friends the poems he's written, but the journaling is for his eyes only.

"I'll think about it, Blue Jay. I think I'll do that in the evening before I go to bed. I'll just write in my notebook on how of a boring day I've had."

"Lacey, I happen to agree with Blue Jay about your day getting better. We all understand on how your journaling is personal," Carla told him.

"Good to remember not to peek in my private writing."

Lacey said that as he, Carla and Blue Jay saw a couple more of their friends walked in the kitchen. His friends were Joe, a Signature Cocker Spaniel, Pancho the tree frog, and Bugs, who is a rabbit.

"Hi, everyone. Why is everyone here in the kitchen at the same time?" Bugs asked.

"We're just talking with Lacey."

"What's wrong, Lacey? You don't look very happy today," Bugs said.

"I'm not having a very good day, so everyone here are just trying to cheer me up."

"Sorry if you're not very happy today. If I were you, I will show a smile on my face, even if it means a boring day. Just try to think on what you want to do," said Pancho.

"Thanks for your ideas, everyone. I've thought of almost everything and nothing seems to be working. I'm saving my writing tonight before I go to sleep."

"Have you written any poems lately?"

Lacey shook his head.

"Not lately, Joe. When I do write something, I'll let you know."

"There's no rush with coming up with ideas."

"I know, Blue Jay. What's Seth doing?"

Seth happens to be a Siamese.

"He's still having his afternoon nap, Lacey. You know that Siamese is. We'll come up with something soon."

Pancho looked at the kitchen clock.

"It's twenty till four, so he should be up soon. Did you want to talk with him?"

"Not yet, Pancho. I was just wondering where he is," Lacey replied.

"Okay. Drowsy says we're all going out tonight. She doesn't feel like cooking."

"She's very good at that," Lacey agreed.

Drowsy is a Love Frog. At this moment, she and Beatrice were in the playroom that Bea had built after Venus the husky moved in.

"I wonder who's winning right now," Lacey replied.

"Drowsy said earlier she's been in the mood for Chinese food tonight," Bugs said.

"Yummy," they all said at the same time.

There was a nearby restaurant that was close from Monroe Avenue, where he and his friends are living. It's more of a mansion because Beatrice kept adding on when someone new moves in. No, they aren't wealthy, but some people seem to think that way. Lacey began to yawn as he helped himself to a kiwi from the fruit basket. He received that fruit basket for his birthday last year, so he uses it all the time, so he lets his friends help themselves to whatever they wanted.

Carla then gave out a burp, but she was polite about it.

"Excuse me."

"That's okay, Carla," Blue Jay replied as he took her glass so she could have a refill of water.

"Thank you, Blue Jay."

"You're welcome. What time did you say we are going to dinner?" Joe asked.

Lacey told him.

"Okay, thanks."

"Since you thought I should write in my journal, I'll go do that now. Just call me when it's time to eat."

None of them said a word.

"Looks like we brightened Lacey's day," Pancho said as they agreed.

They heard Lacey slam his bedroom door shut. He found his pencil right where he left it the night before. Downstairs, his friends could hear him sharpen the pencil. Once he sat down at his desk, he put the date and time for today's update.

Today is a very boring day. It's almost four o'clock and I can't seem to think of anything to do, and that includes writing. At least writing is a good idea so I won't have to do it tonight when I get sleepy for bed. Like I said earlier this year, there is no need to put my name in any of the entries I've written. And it's been a while since I wrote a poem.

Tonight everyone and I are going out for Chinese food. That is something that Drowsy doesn't know how to cook, and I understand that. Maybe tomorrow I will write about tonight's dinner, but again I might not. I heard that Bea won all of the chess games she played today. That orange and white cat sure has the patience. A lot of us have our own talents, but to tell the truth, I am the only writer on all of my friends. As I've just said about talent, Drowsy who is the Love Frog I've been writing about for a while. She's the only cook out of all of us. The others seem to believe that.

This notebook looks more like a diary than a journal since I am writing every day. None of my friends shouldn't look in my journals because they might have a feeling I said negative things about them, but since they're nice and close friends, I won't say anything about them for peeking in your. Again it could happen. If that did, I won't be very happy they would do such a thing.

Lacey was interrupted when he wrote the very last sentence from Pancho. He knocked on the door. Lacey stood up with his pencil to let his friend inside.

"Lacey, everyone's been waiting for you. Didn't you hear us?"

He shook his head.

"No, I didn't hear you. What time is it?"

"Four – thirty. Drowsy is getting upset with you already because you didn't come down immediately."

"Sorry, Pancho. Tell Drowsy I'll meet your there at the restaurant. Just let me finish writing first. Who's treating tonight?"

Pancho shook his shoulders.

"Have no clue, Lacey. She hasn't said anything. We'll see you there."

"Okay."

Lacey closed the door behind his friend. Yes, he and Pancho are very close to one another. They are so close that they treat each other as brothers.

Lacey then heard Pancho telling their friends from what he'd just told him. He really did want to finish writing his latest day. It's interesting that Lacey uses titles for his journaling. He puts down the date, time, year and a title for that entry. He'd always liked titles for some reason. He usually never has problems coming up with one. He once again sat down as he heard the back door slam shut. That's when Lacey went back to his entry.

Sorry I was interrupted. Pancho came in to talk for a few minutes. I didn't like being interrupted while I'm writing. Tonight I'm betting there will be a fortune cookie. I really like those. I think some of my other friends agree. Maybe later I'll talk about the Chinese dinner, but we'll see.

Lacey wrote one or two more paragraphs before he locked up after himself. He and his friends live in the city, so they're pretty good at locking up when all of them leave the house. He had the feeling that Drowsy was starting to get impatient with him since he's late already. Before he left, he titled today's entry. It's called Mt Boring Day. Finally it was time to meet his friends.