Good evening one and all! Today was much better than this past weekend! I had my voice back today and France didn't come around at all! Simply splendid weather too I must say.

However, something's been weighing on my mind off and on today. What, you might ask? Why my relations with Canada! He and I don't speak very often to each other, yet he treats France like a son would treat a father! Geh, does he not remember the not-so-distant past and all of the influence and culture I gave him? I even taught him a bloody language! Perhaps America has given him a false impression of me. No matter. I may invite him over someday in the near future for tea. Then perchance, he may come to appreciate all of the great things I have provided for him.

Unlike that ungrateful git America. If he had just stayed under my authority a little longer, he may not have become the bumbling oaf he is now with all of his completely and utterly far-fetched ideas about ways to prevent global warming and what-not.

Well, my bedchamber beckons.

-Arthur