Just when I think the City can't get any stranger.

Snow during summer solstice? A children's game come to life again?

The fun never stops.

I suppose I should be thankful I didn't turn into one of those pocket monster... things.

The City seems to get stranger with every curse.

What an obnoxious day, unable to speak in nothing but... Mother Goose rhymes. Annoying.

This City makes it difficult to anything. I can't travel. I have no choice but to stay here. It feels somewhat forced, but there isn't much else I can do ( Read more... )

It seems I wasn't affected by that "artistic" curse. I don't need to be affected by a curse like that to become artistic. It is already part of who I am. It is part of what I do. It is a part of my life.

I've been thinking about moving into the Opera House. It would make sense.

Pretend that last post does not really exist.

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It was not intentional.

The curse yesterday was a rather pleasant one.

It's been a peaceful month.

Royalty is not as wonderful as it may seem.

It's about time that was over.

I've been thinking about attending the ball tomorrow, but I have not looked for anything to wear. I will think of something.

I hope to find an organ to play tomorrow. I have an idea appropriate for the occasion.