Uh, hey. Willy's not...well, he's in a mood. I mean, all that over a word? Nuts right? Anyway, I'm kinda taking over this for a while. It's still raining out, and I'm forced to ration out these berries. Still can't believe he went and ate the whole stock. Keeps banging on about his wife and his mate but he can't stop himself from eating our only source of food. I swear, I should be running this show. We would be so much better off if I could stay out here all the time. We'd never be wet, or cold, or have anything that wasn't cooked. In fact, this journal's not doing us much good, and we are running out of firewood, so-
No, no no no, I forbid you to finish that thought. I leave for five minutes and I come back to this? How dare you! And I am not in some "mood"!
You so are. You're on the male version of a period dude. I mean, who gets so messed up over a word!
Aahhhhh! Ew! No! End of discussion, right now!
I have nothing more to write about today. It was uneventful, it rained, little else happened.
Goodnight.
