a lot of stuff happened

Dear Journal

Wut is this. My stomak is hurtin worse than my head. But I cant throw up. I tried. Kinda. Guess I could REALLY try and like shove my finger down my throat or sumfin. But ahhhhhh no ew ew ew oh gods MY BODY HATES ME this aint wut happens when ya drink or aint supposed to and how the fel did i end up at Pros house

[A number of loose sheets of paper have been tucked into this page: a letter, with the drawings of Silvermoon guards from the pre-War period; the drawing of Haken has been tucked away in a portfolio elsewhere. There is, too, a drawing of two elves in ink; one is immediatetly recognizable as Larkspur Plagueheart, even with reading the label below the figure.

Long day long day. Or was it two? three? Doesn't matter.

Brought bodies back to the emergency clinic. I mean wounded. Live bodies. Least when I was carrying em. Knew I was getting weird, went to Undercity. Funny place to go.

Got distracted well enough. Argued. Talked on a bridge. Talked on another bridge. Can't dissuade anyone from their fun. Shouldn't try.

Note to self: Astenya's a friend!

Met Tisho and that stranger with the hair, afterwards. Tisho was sick, nobody told me why. Lucy LAE from the graveyard was there, lots of people I didn't know.

Set off fireworks despite the rain. Folks seemed to like them well enough.