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So tonight at dinner...I tossed a carrot at Jake as I have done a few times before. For the second time he came and broke an ice cream cone over my head. I'm not sure, but these seem to be unequal actions. In response...I broke several ice cream cones in his bed and one on his desk chair. This was a bad move because I know that Jake will retaliate, no doubt with something even worse...considering the amplification from 'not even hitting him with a piece of food' to 'break an ice cream cone over my head.' I just hope he doesn't decide to ruin some of my stuff. Either way, I wish very badly that I had done nothing because I know when he returns the favor I will become extremely pissed. In other words, I got myself into a game I should have known better than to play. I hate pranks like that and now I'm fucked. Bah! I'm a fool.

(any incoherency can be blamed on the nap from which i just awoke.)