Yes, I am still alive. THAT FLOATY BASTARD LANDED RIGHT ON MY SCREEN! I won’t lie. When I came in here this morning, armed with a tennis racket and a paper mask, I expected the little dicklicker to fly right out of my laptop. IT COULD HAPPEN, OKAY?
But he is nowhere to be seen. I have left my room guarded against any sneak attacks (read: I shut the door), so I will have a retreat should the harbinger of death reappear. My computer was relocated when I came in here this morning. I suspect my father. That’s what he does. And that would mean that he had been in here for some time last night. I can only hope that he murdered the cocky little butterfly reject.
DEATH TO MOTHRA!