Apr 11, 2007 17:29
[all dictated; there is the sound of something large rolling over, rustling of sheets, a gurgled yawn, and then a grunt; pages, as of the journal, are flipped through]
Crud. And curse the fact that I can't properly curse in this place...
What the shell is going on? I go to sleep and the next thing I know there's multitudes of zombie-like creatures outside the castle. Nevermind the fact that I just slept for several days straight. So that's what that noise was all this time. I'm gonna have to lay a bit off the stalking. Too many fights too little time span. [last is completely scratched out at a later time]
Dang, I better get downstairs where all the action is.
raphael