Burn Down the City

Head is completely wrecked. Can’t string sentences together. Caveman syntax. We were at Sladdi’s last night—ended up watching this absurd prank video and none of us recovered from it, especially Mandy. Beat Majo at billiards. Beat Marco at phone Tetris. Anne spun the bottle and revealed things during the game that made Sladdi’s jaw actually drop. Tomi laughed the entire night. Tom barely cracked a smile—but Tom had apparently eaten McDonald’s beforehand, which explains the mood. Mandy, despite everything, was laughing again by the end.

Tomi and I have a pact to spend all of Monday’s vocational school sessions speaking in some made-up mole dialect we invented last night. Pure gibberish. Our finest hour. Anyway. I’m eating waffles and a cheeseburger—in that order, or possibly the other order, I’ll decide when I get there. During a nap earlier, two very specific urges surfaced: read all the Harry Potter books this winter, and burn down a city. I’ll do them in exactly that order.