Journals are weird.
I mean, my thoughts are my thoughts, right? They're in my head. And... no, I'm losing it. Whatever.
Point is, this is weird.
I'm decided to go visit Pokiki one more time on my way back to Ul'dah. It's been about a week or so since I left Limsa Lominsa. The anchovies are already gone. Pacing is not my strong suit. Or self-control, I guess. Worth it.
Finally found that annoying Keeper that passes through Ul'dah from time to time. Smug little... I see him a lot at the Golden Saucer. He's always playing cards, I think. I don't know why he bothers me so much. Something shifty about him? Or is that just me being paranoid?
He did buy me dinner that once. Don't know why. He didn't even come over and join me. Just left, and I found out later he'd paid for it. Strange man. OH! I better run. They're announcing the winning Cactpot numbers!
Why am I even writing that? Or this? Whatever. Journals are weird.
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(The rest of the pages are blank. She must've lost this journal some time ago.)
I mean, my thoughts are my thoughts, right? They're in my head. And... no, I'm losing it. Whatever.
Point is, this is weird.
I'm decided to go visit Pokiki one more time on my way back to Ul'dah. It's been about a week or so since I left Limsa Lominsa. The anchovies are already gone. Pacing is not my strong suit. Or self-control, I guess. Worth it.
Finally found that annoying Keeper that passes through Ul'dah from time to time. Smug little... I see him a lot at the Golden Saucer. He's always playing cards, I think. I don't know why he bothers me so much. Something shifty about him? Or is that just me being paranoid?
He did buy me dinner that once. Don't know why. He didn't even come over and join me. Just left, and I found out later he'd paid for it. Strange man. OH! I better run. They're announcing the winning Cactpot numbers!
Why am I even writing that? Or this? Whatever. Journals are weird.
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(The rest of the pages are blank. She must've lost this journal some time ago.)
