  i am quite free today to go for the class chalet and freeload on food. at least, i hope those robots bring food.
and while i'm at it i might as well address a recent issue right now: i have no idea what you mean because you insert all kinds of strange americanisms into your diary entries, but i am fairly sure you are trying to degrade me as a person. and for that i have no instinctive defence mechanism whatsoever because i tend to agree: i am, in fact, a blithing hippopotamus who breathes through my anus, and that is why i refuse to grant you any privacy whatsoever.
logically, however, i believe that my method of keeping you in the dark of my intentions was the best way of securing your privacy (and also respecting you); the fact that they leaked out has got little to do with me. i blame the few people who i trust so much to share these feelings with them, and i guarantee you they will see a good round of reprimanding when i ever catch them, those groin smashing bastards. and i really care about little things like respect. had i not respected the fact that you hate me like a dog hates fleas then i would have done exactly as you had suggested: confront you by phone, personally or by helicopter and scolding you on the spot just to be able to get in touch with you.
but i did no such silly thing, if you have some recall. i will never resort to such things. i never liked you for your tactness, your immaculately poor taste or your inherent disability in spelling the word "paparazzi", and in full acknowledgment that you may not (because being absolutely certain is absolutely foolish) have the necessary capabilities to logically interpret my feelings, i will continue to enlighten you as long as my frail self can continue outside the jails of twilight. in your terms, my dear, yes, you will continue to hear plenty from me in future episodes. cut! 
