Dear journal,

So. Much. Drama. Why can't I get a decent cup of coffee around here? The shopkeeper was no help at all, either. I feel like I've been walking around in a fog for hours and I need the jolt. Ugh, no more practicing until midnight. My hair is going to be terrible in the morning, I swear.

Hand is healing nicely. Thanks so much for the help, Ahiru-doll. And Collie, I totally need to drop by the clinic for more bandages. That all right with you?

Gah, I am in dire need of new gloves. Do I really want to take the time to try and mend these poor things? I really messed them up with that idiotic escapade of mine earlier. I don't even remember why I was so angry in the first place. My hands sure do, though.

--Oh, that's right. I remember what was going on... Stupid Senny should've used protection.


[ooc: I-- I am so sorry. The crack couldn't be contained.]