Apparently, I'm staying over at my grandmother's indefinitely. So I'm bored out of my mind. There is nothing--NOTHING to do here. No television. No books. No english radio because it annoys my toishanese-speaking grandmother. No Nothing. Yes, I know that's a double negative.

Where's the big bad wolf? He couldn't be worse. And he'd give me some entertainment. But since he's currently missing the three piggies chased him into their stew remember? I have no choice, but to entertain myself in my mind. PARTY!

I'm afraid I'm going mad...

Ah, there is one more thing...perhaps it's evidence that my mind is leaving me or just The-Muffin-Man's influence.

I had a dream. About Nutang. We were all gathered in a classroom I don't know why, but that's the place my subconcious chose. Some lounging on the tables, others sprawled on the floor or napping across two chairs. An announcer called the names aloud as each person entered. No doubt, it was weird.

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