10/2/07
level one completely explored
level two
Grunt explored level two, picked up the cloudy potion which caused him so much trouble and found a wand of speed. One thing that I wasn't expecting was the fact that a nearby goblin was peaceful. PEACEFUL? What kind of goblin is peaceful even towards one of his own kind? So Grunt zapped the goblin with a wand of speed monster, pissed off the goblin then smited his head into a fine spray of bone and gristle so Grunt could have an orcish helm.

Upon returning to dungeon level one, Grunt wondered "Where's Ben?" Only after fully exploring all the rooms did he remember that Ben died due to a dart trap. Moving on, Grunt went back downstairs and had to choose between two stairways. One will be going to the Gnomish Mines while the other one will continue through the Dungeons of Doom.

Tomorrow we find out where the upper right stairway ultimately leads.

grr
Thighs still hurt. I'm not going to strength training this week. At least I'll get exercise up on the high plains where it's over nine thousand feet.

Plus I've emailed Cassius a few times in the past couple days and never heard back.

Now it's time to go food shopping and get my shit together for tomorrow.

in yer dreams
What little remains from last night's dream had me at my parents's house during the day on a cloudy, cold day. I was walking counterclockwise around the house inspecting the grass. The streets were covered in a sheet of thick ice but that was the only place where I found a trace of witner.

When I made it to the back of the house, standing by the porch and where my lawnjockey used to stand, my father came out asking if the ice had melted. Supposedly if the ice melted then She would awaken and bring doom to us all. Eventually I learned that if the ice was less than an inch thick that would be enough to awaken Her and bring about our doom. High above the overcast skies started swirling but never broke through to blue once.

Some noises drew my attention and I found that the little garden patch where my mother grows butterfly bushes was infested with burrowing bats. They were skittering around through the barren stems and withered underbrush looking for food. Dad told me there weren't squirrels anymore and all they had now were these bats.

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