The Insanities of Friendship.

Well, I have returned from the picnic, surprisingly still in one piece. I saw some friends who I hadn't seen since summer started, and that was nice of course, With screaming and giggling and the endless chatter about nothing in particular. Of course they're where questions about my summer, and my other friends. To which I now wish I had responded, in the words of a good friend of mine,

"Sir (or ma'am), my client is a ceiling fan, he cannot take any questions at this time, because he is, in fact, non-sentient." 

If you find this amusing at all, I salute you.