Went to KFC 'round 8.30 for dinner, and they cave us free, fried gizzard. Which is like the gall bladder of a chicken. Well actually, it's not like fried gall bladder; it is. My grandpa kept trying to talk me into eating it. Bleragh.

Fencing was good tonight. Had some serious beginner's luck in epee with Monica--and i'll have some serious bruises to show for it. Think i might do epee later on...

My dad just came in here.

Dad: "What are you doing?"

Sam: "...playing on the computer..."

Dad: "It's 11.30 at night! Why are you still up?!"

Sam: "...because it's only 11.30 at night..."

Dad: "Oh yeah, tomorrow's not a week day."

No dad, that extra eight year old in the living room watching harry potter with the girls comes here every weeknight to stay up 'till midnight.

*sigh*

G'Night