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Dear Diary, Well War eventually made it home last night, lugging a semi-conscious Famine along in a wheelbarrow. I asked where they’d been and if he knew what happened after the poker game, but he just gave me this look and said “Let us never speak of it again,” then went and dozed off in … Continue reading
Dear Diary, There hasn’t been much to report in terms of rash activity (by which I mean activity of my rash, not activity that is spontaneous and ill-judged) so I haven’t been mentioning it. You know me, I don’t like to complain.
Dear Diary, I didn’t take note of the rash yesterday as I was sort of hoping that if I didn’t think about it it would just go away. Unfortunately it hasn’t. Once again, it’s worse in a number of ways. Firstly, it has grown considerably, which is never a good sign. Secondly, there are more … Continue reading
Dear Diary, Things have taken a further turn for the worse on the rash front. I said earlier that it hadn’t grown any, but I’ve just compared it now to the picture I took yesterday and it definitely has. I’ve got a forest of little green nodules growing from it now, too, and the smell … Continue reading
Listening to: Nagging self doubts Mood: Queasy Dear Diary, The rash has gotten worse. It has stayed the same size (thankfully) but it’s much greener than it was and my whole thigh now smells like a fisherman’s glove. Even Death commented on the smell, and from what I can tell he doesn’t actually have a … Continue reading