Not Boring Yet

The secret of being boring is to say everything.
Voltaire (1694 - 1778)

I hope I haven't been telling you everything. (Oh! Now you all think I am a horribly deceitful person, isn't that exciting?)

Yesterday I said that today I wanted to take pictures of the igloo from the inside. Well, today I don't feel like doing what I said I would do yesterday. Sorry.

I guess you could say I'm iglooed out.

Last night I attempted to sleep in the igloo. I would have been fine if I had a few more blankets. Unfortunately, as I have just expressed in the last sentence, I did not have a few more blankets. I got cold, and couldn't sleep. At 3:30 a.m. I decided "Enough with this silly trying to sleep stuff, I'm going inside." And so, I did.

I think the pineapples are dying.
-Me