Sheep, like all wool bearing animals, instinctively travel north.

Friends, nobles, countrymen, the internet has finally been installed in our apartment! Let the world rejoice!

It is Friday evening in fair Korea and I am worn out from shepherding my young flock all week. I must say though, my workplace is a wondrous place to behold on a Friday as a bizarre street market peopled by many colourful characters appears outside the school on this day. All of the merchants are shrunken, wizened, old women who sell their wares from the side of the street. And by wares I of course mean fruit and big fish, not goods of a sexual nature. I’m afraid to approach them though as I fear they may be goblins and my mother always warned me to stay away from fairy folk.

In other news, I’m starting to suspect that my apartment building may be under the control of a smooth talking computer who is perfect save for his oh so human flaw of wanting to kill everybody. This may be a delirium brought on by tiredness but just look at this pic of the sleek Hal-esque red eyed silver box that is stationed on every floor. I have yet to hear it utter anything in a rapey Canadian accent but I shall be listening out… Constant vigilance is required, CONSTANT!   

I shall leave you now and arm myself for the machine rebellion… Gentlemen to bed for we attack at dawn!