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The Day Before

I’m feeling pensive and weary today. It’s Wednesday, so tomorrow I get to drive home. I have been back here 9 days…

So far since I moved into the new room, my neighbors on either side haven’t been around. Likely on days off or something. This morning I was pulled from sleep by the sound of snoring. Turns out the guy next to me is back. I’ll have to be more conscious of noise now, but it won’t taker long for me to adjust.

I want to go to Lloydminster this weekend with Diane. She has a bit of shopping to do, and I need socks. Yep, a new pack of white socks.

I’m looking forward to having internet back in my room tonight. Then I can work myself back into a schedule of writing. I’ve been lazy lately. Stuff in my head, but nothing I’m putting out.


Brant slammed his fist on the table, his face reddening, his right eye twitched. “Get me a sword.” Lan stood beside him, his hackles up, snarling.
“Both of you,” Xanth said, standing up from his chair across from Brant, “calm down. There’s no need to overreact. Brant, sit down, take a breath and relax.”
“Don’t tell me to relax!” Brant’s voice rose, booming through the room. Lan had taken to pacing the length of floor, staring out door where Trynn was standing quietly, his arms crossed. “Get me a sword and I’ll cut the bastard’s black heart out.” Brant sneered, his hands curling and uncurling. Inaction made him tense, which only compounded when there was something to be done. He felt caged.
“Be rational,” Trynn counseled softly from the door. His raspy whisper commanded attention from the small gathering. “If we move against the troll, we open ourselves to attack from all of the other trolls. We aren’t equipped for war.”
There was a tense silence as Brant eyed the elf at the door. Trynn stood unflinching. Finally, the colour left Brant’s face as he sung back into his chair, his arms hanging limp. Lan sat too, but still snarled at the unseen enemy passed the doorway.

posted by September @ 10:22 AM