If you care what day this is, sod off.

Have seriously decided that I hate Teatime. He threatened Sybil and Young Sam. And the whole Watch.

I am going to tear him into tiny, tiny pieces with my bare hands.

Day four. Made no entry yesterday. Hope Sybil doesn't find out. Sybil dragged me to fancy dinner party. Need to learn tact and diplomacy. According to some. Me, I like being tactless. And I can get away with it. Because I'm Sam Vimes. *small laugh ( Read more... )

Either day two, really late, or day three, even earlier. Can't sleep. Moonpenny Duchess Marchpaine somehow got into the house and sat on my head while I was sleeping. Sybil never stirred. I, however, was jolted awake and had to take her back out to the pens. Now can't get back to sleep. Very annoyed. Sybil will hear no end of this in the morning. ( Read more... )

Day two. Sybil is tetchy; Moonmist Talonthrust II isn't doing well. I'm keeping well out of her way right now. And using the journalling device. Perhaps a bit of concilliation isn't out of place, what? Brought up the subject of being mother-henned by my officers... the result being more opportunities for them to mother-hen me. I can't win. Even ( Read more... )

Day One. Later. Interrupted earlier by need to rescue hostages from a psychotic killer. Went well. Only minor injuries. To the watchmen, that is. The bastard got a bit roughed up. Not needlessly, though ( Read more... )

*Voice slightly muffled* Yes, dear, I'm using it ( Read more... )

*sighs* All right. Sybil gave me this, this recording thing. And if I don't use it, she'll get... Sybilish. So, I'm supposed to report my daily happenings so I can look at them later, or for posterity, or whatever. It's supposed to be helpful. As if I don't know my mind backwards and forwards.