P and Sharon ganged up on me last night. They picked on me. Teased me with chocolate. Made fun of my frequent run-ins with stationary objects. Laughed at all the inappropriate bits when we watched "The Others", which I reckon is a darn good movie but they didn't agree. They kicked me out of the car for five minutes because they wanted to conspire against me. They messed with my mind and laughed hideously when I fumed at them. And Sharon told him all sorts of embarassing facts about me, and he encouraged her to do so, darn him.

I couldn't be happier.