::transcribed from taurahe::
Too much going on. Can't write in this journal, and I keep getting interrupted by people wanting this or that. We did have some fun at least poking fun at a guildmate, though. I think he was done in by one of those pesky devilsaurs. Nasty critters, those.
Anyway, I'm up in winterspring. It's a bit chilly up here, but I'm having a good time beating up on furblogs. Well, winterspring furblogs, that is. the Timbermaw I's trying to get friendly with. I also have a bunch of stuff to do on the other continent in this nasty place called Black Rock Depths, along with Black Rock Spire.
I'm not sure lately if I should continue this journal. I know I've poked around in your world here and there, mostly to be amusing or silly, via my mutual friend, who pops in every now and again to chat. And I know that I've been taking up a lot of time which could be used for some one else (notably my rouge-ish penpal
tom_knobbins), but unfortuntely, it's not my call to say.
In any case, I probably should get going again. I've got a lot of things to be doing.