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Earlier, I made a loaf of bread. I used yeast and everything. It took quite a while, because it had to rise and stuff. I made it for mom and Bunka who should be getting back tomorrow or so. It was Molasses-oat bread. After I took it out of the oven, I set it on a rack to cool and then went to Becky and James's for James's birthday party.

When I got home, it was on the floor, mostly eaten. Stale. Been there a while.

I haven't checked the rest of the house for chewed things, but I am very angry at Summer right now. I yelled at her and she's acting like I beat her with a two-by-four. The cat's been getting on my nerves, too.

I'm going to bed.

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Mom and Bunka are here! Yay! I spent the day making a pie (raspberry-peach), remaking the bread Summer killed yesterday, and making some concoction of spaghetti, pepperoni, olives, and parmesan cheese. They ate some of the pasta and we all had some pie, and watched an episode of Daria, which neither of them had ever seen before.

They're both walking around acting a little bit like a couple of somnambulants. I think we'll be going to bed very shortly.