Yes, I knew it. The Lemur ran amok this morning, spreading disease throughout the College and forcing the girl (let's give her a name. Clytemnestra? Too long. She dances, so... Grace) to stay in bed. It's a petty hinderance, and it just goes to prove my point; Fate gets a hot thrill out of fucking with us. Fate enjoys this sort of thing. But the more attention I pay to It, the more powerful It becomes, so I'm done talking about the fuzzy bugger. You hear that, beast? Is it true that Lemurs become absolutely savage when they feel they're being ignored? Or am I a paranoid jackass who makes things up merely to entertain himself?