I had a whole section written, but you know what? I dont want to talk in riddles today.

Darn, nothing I write seems to fit, or sounds right...I cant seem to find any inspiration at all. I dont know whats going on anymore...not that I ever actually did, but at least I had a grasp of the direction. All the waiting around is going to drive me crazy, this I know..it is already I think.

Sometimes I say things and they seem to right at the time, they seem so perfect, they just roll from the tip of my tongue without notice...but when I have time to rest, and think over what I say, then I begin to question the truth of it...Perhaps I am just fickle

Valimont, what a treasure that man is. Take one moment out of your life to talk to him. He is the most curious poet I have ever had the great fortune to meet, and I will never be able to express to him the awe in which I hold his words.

The guild is having a party and I am actually incredibly excited about it. It's going to be fun. Emmy and Trip have put alot of work into it and I am so grateful to them....and I still will be even when I am dripping in goo...