Poor tony

It was raining again today. Not as hard as the other day, but enough that i couldn't really go outside and wander around like i had planned. I sat around and listened to music and read some books i brought along with me.

I went downstairs for lunch and Celes brought it out for me, along with a hot chocolate exclusive to the Stayaway (very secretive recipe and very old. Tastes a bit weird, but i thought it rude to say that). I asked her where she had been recently but she just smiled and said she had been busy. I didn't think it was my place to ask what exactly she was busy doing, but i really wanted to know. She said she had heard about my being punched and she hoped i was alright. Apparently the big guy's name is Tony, and the mayor's son (Craig) had taken lots of his money, crashed his car, slept with his daughter, and later, his wife too. It was lucky, she said, that i had not been killed right then and there.

When i think about it, maybe she is right.

I am very tired at the moment, like a wave of sleep has just crashed on me. Maybe i will nap for a bit.

Blake out.