benedict: The hamster is saying bollocks. It is a scornful hamster (ROOOOOAR)
kay I got sick of hiding in my closet and I'm pretty hungry, so I decided to go into town for sushi.

Had some fun figuring out how to rev up the tractor and took it out with my baseball bat in hand. I really hope these are actually zombies and not, say, drug addicts or leprosy victims because a lot are going under my tractor and the rest are getting baseball batted.

Well, were. I'm on the highway now and updating from my phone. I outpaced them, except for all the weird squishy gophers which suck at dodging wheels now as they did when they were alive. Crunch crunch crunch.

I should take pictures of this blue sky!

Wish tractor had a radio.

If the sushi place is closed I will be Miffed.
benedict: Well, it's a person. With a bag on their head.  Perhaps they are sad? Perhaps they're just embarassed. It is hard to say (bag onna head by wendleberry)
So, it is my wont to stay up late these nights, often until six pm. Six pm which is thirty hours after I woke up. Anyway, what I'm getting at is I see some awesome things staying up like this and a lot isn't hallucinations. I've seen beautiful sunrises, unusual birds, and the sort of stars you only see when you live out in the country.

So I heard some rustling tonight and I'm like 'oh blast, a cat snuck out' and I turn on the outside lights to see where I have to perform a ninja mission on a cat to get it back inside.

*click* go the lights.

My yard looks like it's full of scarecrows.

"Goddamnit," I think. My brother's stupid friends are pulling another prank.

That's when they all start moving towards the light.

I've turned off the lights and I'm reviewing what I have in my garage since they're between me and the shed. It looks like all I have is my tractor and a crappy baseball bat.

I'm going to go hide in my closet until morning and hope they're gone by then. BBL.