Daniel's Journal

-Entry 42-

Dear book thing,

     I apologized to Julia for giving her a babysitter and I made her cookies. She seemed happy enough with that. So I guess I got a bit carried away with making her day better. When she was baking a cake earlier and she wandered off, I replaced the burnt cake with my own cake to make her think she made good food.

     Don't. Say. Anything. 

     I'm aware she added sparkles to the frosting, but you can barely taste it and it probably isn't toxic. Probably. No promises. If you die, it wasn't me. Actually, if I stab you, then it was me. Because the way my time in this universe has been going, I might as well stab someone. 

-Darryl