Date:	2002-11-15 03:38
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Mood:	hungry

The singsong was an unmitigated disaster, exactly as I predicted. Wearing one of those idiotic hats was bad enough, but than my son had to throw a temper tantrum because I aparently wasn't waving it around at the right time. Why do I put up with this nonsense? Apart from the fact that I don't have a choice, of course. This is hell. To make matters worse, when I got back to my seat I discovered that my marshmellows had been burned untill they were completely unedible.

I tried to ask again about getting some books and writing materials, but everyone was most unhelpful. The general attitude seems to be "If you got what you wanted, this wouldn't be Hell." How evil. I don't even know why I'm here, anyway. Complete neglect of your children shouldn't be a crime. Not when you have children like mine, anyway.

My idiotic son was whining again. I don't know why he thinks I would care, it's not like I did when we were alive. Besides, he doesn't deserve to appreciated. I always knew that magic of his would come to no good.