Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember when Di invited the girls for a sleepover, but I did not attend that, not because I was ever guilty of gossiping about them, but because I was already very tired of being the target of her gratuitous attacks, as if I should be confessing to something. Confess to what? I never talked about them. There was nothing to say. Does my face look like a dartboard to you? Well, it's not. I am not a dartboard to punch and throw things at for your own self-interested convenience.