"No Vacancy" said the grimly lit red sign

"Hmm... I should really update this blog"... Brian had been through a lot in the past month. The moons had come and gone, as did Brian's sanity. Memories of his family trip were burned into his frontal lobe... or maybe one of the side lobes... Brian wasn't quite sure for he had yet to do his AP Psych homework. For the ones who missed the past couple of episode, Brian had left on a family vacation with his family(natch) and had temporarily had left his blog to Kylee, who had also somehow gained ownership of Stoo(Brian's invisible friend), LC(Brian's loverly woman cat) and Bobber(Brian's boy-cat roommate who sometimes thought he were a dog or some sort of bear). The blog had gone to pots due to a shipping error at the Russian mail-order-bride equivalent to Wal-Mart. Brian had come back and was very disappointed. He wasn't disappointed with Kylee, Stoo, or his kitty cats. He was instead irked that he would have to find another over complicated scheme to make learning Russian easier. "Стүпід стёр..." Brian russianed. Brian had created a couple of blogs on his sister's laptop while on his vacation about how unreliable said sister's car was, the creepy roads/places/people they had to drive on/by/into, and how the adults condoned Laura's(Brian's 5 year old cousin) consumption of salty peanuts (and the inevitable hyperbolic retelling of how salty the peanuts were). Twas truly a week to remember. Did I say remember? I meant repress. "Hey! You just broke the third person!" I'm a freaking narrator, I shouldn't have to be confined to demeaning quotes. Besides, according to the Narrator Association of Many Everythings(NAMEs), I can have five non-third-person sentences without anyone reprimanding me per year. "Oh... Sorry..." Besides, you just broke the fourth wall. "HAH! You just used your fifth!" D'oh! "That's six" Brian just remembered that "D'oh" is an interjection, and thus not an actual sentence due to the lack of subject and predicate.. "Subject and predicate my rear! You just omnisciently dropped a hammer on my toe that says 'Shove this up your... OUCH! STOP THAT!" Brian learned a vital lesson in not pissing off the narrator. School had started and many a things had happened going on. Almost none of them had to do with Brian. Due to this fact, there is very little more to post. "Sigh..."