I wonder how hard I have to try to convince Knives to make room for a vineyard in the greenhouse. I'm hoping the promise of homemade wine will convince him.

And when did I become group lush anyway?

Somebody just rifled through my closet. It's all right that they took back Elendira's bunny slippers I was borrowing (they are fluffy, soft, cute, and very comfortable for lounging around in), but I DO care about the fact that they've taken some of my booze.

I had one bottle of Chianti left the last time I got smashing drunk.

Now I am missing my bottle of Chianti and my bottle of Muscato. Given the fact that only one of us here has a sweet tooth like burning and would need to poach a dessert wine from somebody's closet...

LEGATO, I'M LOOKING RIGHT AT YOU. WITH BOTH EYES. YES, THAT ONE TOO.

You so owe me another V. Sattui muscato the next time you're in town.

Elendira and I have been drinking again. I have the feeling these past few days she's been drunk more often than I have.

A wise man once said to me, "It's not just enough to live. You have to have something to live for."

At the time it didn't occur to me to ask what him what would happen if I didn't wish to live anymore. We all have our deathwishes, some of us more buried than others. Mine happens to be uncovered by excessive alcohol. Good thing about that is I won't remember it come morning.

Elendira is probably three times as hormonal as I am. I swear she cycles every five days or something like that. I think it's time for a girls' night out, but unfortunately things are for the most part uneventful unless you count all the in-fighting that has a 70% chance of ending up with somebody's dick being shoved in somebody else's orifice.

I wonder if I can hypnotize Legato right before he falls asleep so he stops snoring. I'm three doorways down from him and he keeps me up, tossing and turning.