I want to blogg before I go to Panic, but I am also irritatingly addicted to this Ramsey's Restuarant Nightmare's. I am thinking about seeking medical help. They are cooking mackeral sandwiches.

The moon is red tonight. We'll go look soon.

Have I said enough to stop myself getting by a fish yet? I've got nothing to say.

*goes outside*

It's too cloudy to see the moon.

I hope this has been worth your time. I feel like I've died a little inside.