Thursday, July 8th [Day 403]
Early morning
Carnivale lot

Rain. It rained. Yesterday. Good. My bucket should be full of water.

Can't seem to get the energy to trek to the showers today. The little leak in my roof drips into that bucket. I can use that, try to wash up some. Should be clean enough.

Can't remember the last time I was this sick. Skipped out ( Read more... )

Morning of 21st June

It's still raining, though not as heavily as earlier, but I couldn't wait any longer to come out here and see what has happened. I was wakened in the early hours of Sunday by a strange feeling of pressure and brilliant light, but my cell was completely dark. I walked through the abbey, and all was still and shadowed. Anyone else ( Read more... )

7th June, early afternoonWoke up in the caravan feelin' a bit chilly this mornin', an' when I opened the door there was snow everywhere. Faith swore fer about five minutes over that, but once we'd got over the shock a bit we was right excited. Only problem was that we ain't got a lot of warm clothes fer us as we are now, but I reckoned we could ( Read more... )

[Early afternoon, Thursday, May 27, day 361]
[Near the Abbey]Figured 'd let th' chaos from th'whole wishes thin' died down, an' even'en, I wuzn't right sure've anythin'. Wuzn't 'til I talked t'Kate't I knew't I had t'do somethin'. An' by'en I wuz right tired out from workin' on Glass' hex. T'day's th'first day I felt real human again. So t'day ( Read more... )

[Afternoon of Friday, May 21 (day 355)]
[Out at the Carnivale]I'm so damn tired. Keep thinking of the time Dorian cracked my skull when I was dosed and then Lucien mended me, and I came back to a clear head and no bruise or wound and none of it seemed real. Knew it happened, sure, but couldn't lay hand to aught that proved it ( Read more... )

[Early morning, Wednesday, May 19. Day 353]
[The carnival side of the Pontarlier, outside both town and the Lot]S'lookin't th'water't duzzit fer me. Seein' th'flow, th'curd'a th'foam, smellin' th'river on th'wind...lacks th'salt, th'sound'a th'tides, but th'water 'tself still hazza presence. Still echoes'n m'brain. Still pounds'n m'blood. ( Read more... )

Going on midnight and beyond, Thursday, May 6th, day 340
Somewhere in DreamTh'beach ain't changed much. I see th'tangled net where Tess wuz snared, the deep gouges'n stone'n sand where we dragged th'boat ashore an' launched it again. There's a reekin' stain on th'sand where th'sea serpent puked Polly back up, th'scoured loops on th'sand where't ( Read more... )

[Mid-afternoon of Tuesday, April 27 (day 331)]
[Down by the Pontarlier, in the shade]Shutting and shading windows keeps it cooler inside, but the air's still as a held breath and when the height of the day's done and slept through I find something loose and cool to pull on, skirt and shirt, and go outside. No place in particular in mind, and the ( Read more... )

[Early evening, day 327, Friday, April 27]
[Nearby the tower]Been thinkin' 'bout what Simon told me fer th'past couple days. Zann wuz m'main concern, but folk told me't Genny'd gone t'see'er, an'I figure't wuz best t'let'em work thin's out ferra bit first. An'n th'meantime, been thinkin' a lot 'bout what'e said 'bout th'Psycho Monster'n me ( Read more... )

[Late morning, Sunday, April 18, Day 322]
[The park]

Ain't been th'easiest few weeks've ever had'n m'life, 'at's fer sure. Least th'weather's startin' t'warm up, so we could open fer bizness should we want to. But most folks're questionin' whether we oughta bother. Those few've us't're still makin' money gen'rally get sought out whether th'Lot ( Read more... )