TheFoot has been spending the last couple of days in bed, having me and the gf serve it like slaves. I'm not sure how long I can keep up with this, particularly when I got a call from TheStash. TheStash says it misses my wikki wik ways and I in turn told TheStash I miss its fuzzy touch and how I used to find food in it for LUNCH.

Today being the first and all I had some orange chicken and steamed rice with vegetables on the side. There's this chinese dude that delivers orange chicken to my friend Colin and he in turn usually brings me some (especially if I ask for it). It sometimes gives me a break from cooking, but I always prefer to do the rice myself. I washed this luncheon down with some green tea.

Colin found a shoe lace belonging to TheFoot. He asked me what he should do with it and I told him to put it somewhere secure. This could be the key to my freedom.