  I sped right through yet another book. It's like I have brain worms or something, i keep reading, but the old brain just isn't satisfied.
Hollow brain? No jokes, please, it's just too easy. It's raining out. Sounds like pee. Luckily, it washed away the characteristic bovine poop smell that permeates this region, but it also means that the prospect of slipping and falling on one's face is high, due to the massive amounts of mud. Not that I've done it; well, not yet. With all the mud here I could possibly slide - penguin style all the way to work. I could figure out a way to market it as the only way to travel, cheaper and less annoying that transit. Just as smelly though. Another day off passes, but today, five loads of laundry were done, the rest of the time spent holed up in my nice warm, unmuddy bed, newly comfortable thanks to a muli-textured foamy thing that minimizes the searing pain that cheap mattresses afford. Who came up with the brillant idea that we humans ought to spend our sweet respose sleeping on coiled metal springs?
Herr landlord was lurking today, in the dark of the laundry room. He was busted and had to turn on the lights when his cell phone rang. I happened to be looking out the window at the time, makes me wonder how long he was looking at me looking out the window. Didn't know he was there until the telltale ring. Im working on getting all my stats up to one hundred before the big showdown with dagoth ur in morrowind.
I'm not that geeky; kurt has been reading the DM's guide almost obsessively for days. Vote now: Who is geekier? Me, or Kurt? Pleeeeeeeeeease, write me! Give me imput, appproval, a sign of life.. a kick in the bum, anything... "It must be a Thursday. I never did get the hang of Thursdays. " -Arthur Dent 
