so far gone, I can't turn it around
Ugh, ugh, ugh. Suck at potions. Fortunately, I actually do quite well at recognising them. Once you know all the little tricks, it's not that difficult. Unlike making poisons, which is horrible, and I'm never doing it again. Mainly because I don't think Stubby will stop teasing me if I come home a funny colour from the stupid fumes alone again.
Spending time with the other guys is a curious thing, though. Well, the women too, but the guys especially. I feel all out of sorts, really. I don't get it most of the time. The constant fussing over if some girl's going to sleep with them. Or the leering. Okay, so they're blokey blokes. But still. I feel rather out of place. Maybe I just need to get used to it. maybe I need to get laid. like they say.
This is the thing, though, isn't it? I have to get on with these guys, because it'll get to the point where I can't talk to people in the rest of the world what I do for most of my day. It'll get to the point where I can't answer the question 'oh, well, what did you do today?'. I'm still not sure this is a good idea. Everytime I go home, though, dad's so proud of me and goes on about how it's all very important and dangerous and...well, finally thinks I'm a damn good wizard. makes me feel like a real man
I think I live in a tiny little world right now. Which is both a good, and bad thing all at the same time. But hell, I'm good at it.
That's all that matters, I guess.
Haven't talked to you for ages. Been locked up in training for a while. Stubby hasn't seen much of me either, and I live with the guy. Anyway, how are you? And the family, for that matter? Up to anything interesting?
I...missed talking to you.
How is the world out there? I have bacon and military grade coffee! This is about the most exciting development in my life. Breakfast at just past midnight. Yup. Please tell me people out there have interesting things to do. I also have a report for tomorrow morning which needs a fifth look over. Because those spelling mistakes will not go away. Directive 734 - Even at three am, it's they're, not their.