T-minus 140

life is filled with its own very special types of hilarity ... especially the kind where you're on house arrest. never having experienced grounding or parental punishment, spending 2 weeks as a "household laborer" is quite eye-opening. this morning i pulled weeds, mailed items, and vacuumed. tomorrow i wash windows and stain shingles. let's not forget about surging the edges of 500 squares of red velvet cloth. sounds pointless right? i suggest you ask the carnegie institution about their 7x7 inch velvet square needs ... i need 150 hours of work in until i am freed. i've clocked 10.

not quite sure if i am allowed contact with the outside world; when i exit the domicile, does everyone know? can't they read the big "CRIMINAL" written on my forehead?