Friday, 8 November 2013

Today

Will be a busy day. There is writing to do, Luna and I have to go to and from Ponyville, and I have to cut some more wood to prepare for winter, among other things. I am hunter-gatherer. Well, okay, Luna's more the hunter-gatherer. Well. Hunter-raider. Apparently old habits, like stealing from people you disagree with, die hard.
Anyway, it'd be easy not to do a bunch of things on my list. Like what I'm writing right now. Like writing at all. But goddammit. I'm going to do it because I have made a weird obligation here. And not doing it will throw me off. And other things.
I currently smell like woodsmoke and fire. Thanks to the woodsmoke from the fire that nearly burned down our house thank you Luna. And in spite of the splinters, the sears, the singes, and the near-blindness, dammit, I am doing what I said I would. Before I go make dinner.
It. Helps that I have nothing else to really do today. You know. Apart from the constant foalsitting I do.
But seriously. I made a plan, and I'm going to stick to it. No matter what happens. Lacking time, dignity, and smelling like death or not. Burning death, though. I think that's better than rotting death.
Luna is not being helpful so I am going to go pour water on her. I will do something more constructive later

~Scrivener Blooms

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