Begma Hates Me
Dear Dairy, on this trip I:
Was fairly useless
Got attacked by pirates (of a sort)...
...forcing me to face, quite literally, the sort of person I used to be
Broke the beautiful present that Chaz made special for me
Broiled half my face and one arm
Bruised up a friend I was supposed to be protecting
Hindered instead of helped
Bruised the friend again
Got saddle sores
Discovered how much I hate Kashfa and never, never want to visit those freaky people again
Failed miserably at creating a diversion
Quite possibly lost my mind for a moment
Lost track of the status of my weapon - an unforgivable sin
Watched my husband do something I hope he doesn't regret
And may have revealed myself as a bit of a coward.
When I get home I am getting good and drunk. And I'm staying that way. And I'm going to keep out of Chaz's path and hope I haven't made him start reconsidering the whole marriage thing. And then I'm going to bed, and not getting back out until they come 'round and drag me out to whatever gods-forsaken place we're going to next.
That, or I'll go try and find Lucy to see if she can do anything to prevent scarring.
(Yes, this entry has been very slightly edited. I often suffer from delayed journal-entry regret.)
Was fairly useless
Got attacked by pirates (of a sort)...
...forcing me to face, quite literally, the sort of person I used to be
Broke the beautiful present that Chaz made special for me
Broiled half my face and one arm
Bruised up a friend I was supposed to be protecting
Hindered instead of helped
Bruised the friend again
Got saddle sores
Discovered how much I hate Kashfa and never, never want to visit those freaky people again
Failed miserably at creating a diversion
Quite possibly lost my mind for a moment
Lost track of the status of my weapon - an unforgivable sin
Watched my husband do something I hope he doesn't regret
And may have revealed myself as a bit of a coward.
When I get home I am getting good and drunk. And I'm staying that way. And I'm going to keep out of Chaz's path and hope I haven't made him start reconsidering the whole marriage thing. And then I'm going to bed, and not getting back out until they come 'round and drag me out to whatever gods-forsaken place we're going to next.
That, or I'll go try and find Lucy to see if she can do anything to prevent scarring.
(Yes, this entry has been very slightly edited. I often suffer from delayed journal-entry regret.)