Quick report

[wiseheart]

Survived the annual school trip - it was awful, more than usual, as it had rained, too. I hate school trips. *shudders*

Manged five out of twelve pages of Slave Labour. Brain imploded as a result.

Haven't written a single word for days. Start feeling first signs of deprivation. Lindir is still on the treetop and wants his butterflies. I can't give him them, not now. I hope he forgives.

Have finished The Tombs of Atuan. Bus rides are a good thing for culture. Will start The Farthest Shore tomorrow, perhaps. If higher brain functions return.

Journey entry sounds like "The Very Secret Diaries". Time to shut up and go to bed.

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I will. She's a fantastic author.