Midday: It's a beautiful day, the sun's shining on Godville
town (gosh, Temple Road looks great in this light), and I'm buggered
if I'm going questing right now. I woke up with a hangover and one of those horrible little pieces of paper in my pocket. I mean, sure, it could
be a note from someone attractive from... dear God, where
did I go last night? The Glass Cannon
? And... I'm pretty sure this handprint-shaped bruise is from the bouncer at Caravanserai
Anyway. It could be a love note. Could be a "Free Beer" ticket. Hell, could be a deposit slip.
But I just know if I unfold it and look it'll be one of those ridiculous quests from you-know-who. He who might be obeyed.
Well bugger that. Pretty sure He doesn't know about this spare diary. So I'm just gonna write the usual stuff in my normal diary while I sit in this sunny beer garden and drink. Cheers, me!