Dear Diary,
*Puke*
Today I celebrated being me. I’m not vain or anything, just thought it’d be nice to show myself someone cared. At the local tavern, several men showed me they cared as well. Who they are, and where they are now, no clue. And no, I didn’t do anything racy with anyone else. I was able to pull myself together enough to cast a port spell. That reminds me, where am I?
I hate being hung over. My eyes are splitting in two, and my head can’t stop shaking…or is it the other way around…anyway.. besides the point – It’s a great day except for the bright sun, clear blue sky, and damned birds that won’t quit getting their chirp on!
Ugh, time to make today worthwhile…*puke*
-Wv
