I'm watching - oh wait a sec. I'm back. As I was saying, I'm watching Archie while I write this, but I had to stop because he was trying to grab hold of the Children of Men DVD which is in my room for some reason. At the moment he's lying on the ground rambling about something and absently chewing on a pink slipper belonging to my sister while eyeing up the wires sticking out of my laptop. He's trying to eat through my leg to get them - doesn't take no for an answer. Oh no, not the DVDs again! Phew, just dragged him off them. Oh there he goes AGAIN. He's giving me confused looks, as if I'm strange for not letting him at 15 rated DVDs when he's still a long way from not gettign scared by The Little Mermaid (I say that, but I've only ever seen the sequel to it, so I don't know - it could be a thriller or something.) My room is filled with (forbidden) delights for Archie, such as my suitcase, which he is beating up at the moment. Oh, no he's bored of that. He's chatting up the bottom rung of the ladder on my bed. Well, Archie probably will be a ladies' man when he's older if he looks as cute then as he does now! I can't quite tell if he's angry or not, cos he's doing his weird grumbling - the angrier he sounds, the happier he probably is.
Just tried to entice him off my suitcase with an odd sock of Zak's. More confused looks, like I've set a trap for him; it's unusual for him to get hold of things like that so easily. I was goign to write about something else, but when you have Archie doing his Jaws impression on your Cat 5 cable or whatever it's called, it's kinda hard to remember thigns for long. Oh damn, the DVDs AGAIN!!!!! I better go now...
"Get off Casino Royale!!"
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