I really, really hate the being-laughed-at-thing. I am so glad I learned to go to my room. I wish I knew who told me about it so I could sing their praises from the rooftops.

Someone tired, I expect.

The keeping-imagination-going-for-weeks thing is astonishing. It's not something that happens much here, but even in kids who do do it I've only ever heard of it going on for at most a couple of days without a rest. That's amazing. I'd love to hear more about that, if you ever have the free time to write it up in exhaustive detail.