Room 314, Sunday Night

Weird day. The burn on my hand mostly stopped hurting, but my finger still ached. I rinsed off the dried blood from my finger, but the minute I did, it started bleeding again! Was I going to need stitches? Fresh band aid with neosporin, and I flopped onto my bed. First the accident at the diner, then the weirdness with Pippi. Maybe my brain decided to honor the sabbath and not work.

door's open folks!

Dorm Roof, Monday late afternoon, linkdrop

I don't keep a journal or diary per se. But recently I have started keeping notes on things. Just jotting down things that happen, that I hear, or see.

Because it's occured to me that one day I may just want to tell these stories. I kinda think it goes hand in hand with my work with the Fae.

( So I started to jot some stuff down )

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