Indil

The hour is growing near. What does one do? I, for one, am busy occupying myself with sewing. Had a real knock-out painkiller pill from Annie today, it dampened the physical pain, made me a bit high and may have kicked some muscle inflammation butt. By looking at my hands, you can tell I've been digging - they're sunburnt in a VERY peculiar fashion. Today was chilly, and you could see the mists wander in from the sea - I for one am pretty certain Ulmo or Ossë had something to do with it... It was very curious. I made sure to pay courtesy to them. Annie, again, seems to be Wakened, too. Strong, of course, and a very nice person to boot. Made me almost rethink my decision not to join the class.
There is summer, but spring.
Music, ah, music.
Oh, and this summer might be busy. June, well, Foteviken is sooner than I think, and in July I'm studying German, and then there's Ashika and Medieval Week and then Mel'ora and THAT'S where I worry, because me and Naraiwe are so going to show people what an elf is, and for that, well, let's just say the list of clothes... is growing. I get inspired too easy. And then, I MUST visit dear Iwhy for a whisky and some clubbing perhaps, and also not to forget make sure to drag various people here to visit and...
So on.

Maybe I'll visit wolf this weekend. Beats staying the fuck alone at home without anyone.

Escapism!