All alone in my little room (still)

So the monks had a barbeque today. Incidentally, i got left in my cell. I was all like 'oh come on Trevor! I swear i'm not going to run away!' but he was firm in his decision. 'Maybe i might know you won't run, but the others don't. Also, i'm sorry, but it would feel kind of awkward if you were standing around chatting and eating with the rest of us, you know?'

He was probably right.

I could hear them up there, laughing and eating and joking. Talking about the books they were writing and what they would do if the meteor didn't strike again. I could smell the food and i just went weak. Days of only rice porridge have left me hungry for anything that has even a remote kind of taste to it.

However, i have considerably slimmed down, i like to think. But admittedly, i could really do with a shave and a shower.

Trevor was nice enough to slip me some food through my window, which i was grateful for. I spent the next hour or so savouring my food and reading Trevor's book, which is nearing to a close. Realising that all he does is cause destruction, Samuel finds himself a small universe completely uninhabited and begins to sculpt it to his liking. It becomes surrounded by meteors moving at such a pace that nothing can get through them. But right now, the one girl who can make him well again and who loves him truly has decided she must see him at least one more time, even if it means braving the meteors. I really should have filled you guys in on that little subplot earlier, but i guess you'll just have to read the book yourselves.

I really hope things end up good for them. Samuel seems like a nice guy.

Later in the evening i was sitting around reading when there was a cough at my window. I went up to it and saw a monk's feet. 'Yes?' i said, and then (get this), the feet kicked dirt in my face. It went in my eyes and hair and stuff, and i fell down. 'You stupid monk!' i cried, 'What the hell was that for!? You think just because you write books and wear robes you can kick dirt in a guys face!? I hope your pen stops working and you get writer's block you idiot!!'

I feel bad now, having said that. I don't usually lose my temper like that.

Even still, if i ever meet that monk, him and i will be having some words, and i will make him apologise because that just wasn't very nice.

A paper plane sailed through my window a bit after that had a message in it. It read, 'He returns in two or three days. Be ready.'

That could be exciting, i think.

Blake out.