SCENE: FMITH'S ROOM. NOVEMBER 8, 2004. 7:03 PM.
There is a knock on the door.
fmith's mom: Honey? Do you want to see the Tibetan Monks?
fmith: ... sorry?
fmith's mom: The Tibetan Monks. They play instruments and everything, and I think they're going to chant!
fmith: ... where are they?
fmith's mom: At a friend's house. But if you want to see them, we have to leave now!
fmith: ... I'll pass.
fmith's mom: Well, maybe you can see them another time. I'm going now, see you later!
~fmith (flocked journal, with permission, wishes to add that she will friend anyone who wants to be friended)