Wilson
I shall be a thoroughly unpleasant and outright beastly piker once The Squeak departs tomorrow, driven to such antisocial behavior by the pain of missing her terribly. Why oh why does she have to go back to her parents? They're the ones who went off to Italy, leaving her behind in the first place! Woe is me, woe is me.

Peril
On the plus side, my HAL is reportedly restored to health and functionality. We shall see if the Geniuses live up to their billing. I type these lines on my father's dilapidated laptop. I thank him for the loan, but this is plainly inadequate. There is so verdammt much about which I wish to bloggy blog! By Lucifer's beard, this is vexing!