Dear Journal,
It's nearly Christmas! I've been very busy knitting milllions of little stockings for my darling gremlins. I think that the purple and green stripes will look very nice when they're set on fire.
I must admit, I've been concerned about what to get Dr. Harrow for Christmas. Well, we don't always get along, but I feel that our acquiatance is good enough that I am obligated to get him something. So, I picked up my knitting needles, and wove the most adorable hat! It was orange with the words 'I luv gremlins' embroidered across the front! Oh, you can hardly imagine how splendid it looked.
And then, when it was done, I encased in in coloured paper and shuffled out of the house to deliver it to the doctor. Well, just imagine my surprise when I was suddenly buried in a blanket of netting. The moment I left my yard, the trap fell on me and left me struggling to free myself.
It was Dr. Harrows doing! Can you believe it? Just when I had gone to all the trouble to make him a present. He had hired several assistants to catch me and take me forcibly to Forthen's Institute. I was caught at unawares! I didn't even have my staff of eternal chaos with me!
Well, they haulled me off to Forthen's and dropped me in a horrible padded white room. Harrow's brutes had even stuffed my poor arms into a terrible straight jacket so I found myself helpless to do anything. And then, to make matters worse, Dr. Harrow arrived with his clipboard and tried to convince me that I had been captured for my own good. I couldn't do anything but listen to him. Oh, it was horrible.
Then, just when I had nearly lost hope, I remembered that I was wearing my shoelaces of ultimate destruction. I quickly kicked off my shoes and shuffled them over to the door of my cell. Moments later, an explosion of ultimate destruction ensued. It messed up my hair a great deal, but I was able to hobble to freedom with no great incident.
I have begun to dislike Dr. Harrow very much, I'm afraid.
.:Azellica
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Insanity is just another dimension of reality. Or so the gremlins tell me.