this seems oddly trivial. oh, well. it's fun, isn't it? that's probably all he would want from it.

although i don't seem to have a set objective, i'd rather prepare my tasks premptively from now on. on-the-spot preperation is really such a chore— why would you wait until the last minute? i never understand those people.

it shouldn't be a bother for me, but i have traitors to catch, don't i?

playing with this things makes me feel like a child, yet i've never had a childhood. should i even have a source of comparison? it really is a fradulent claim to what others rightfully owned, but since when have i not been a fraud?