10/7/07
Grunt has arrived in Minetown! A nearby delicatessen is selling nothing but tins but Grunt is already satiated with dwarf meat. Unfortunately a mountain nymph stole half his stuff including his rusted battle axe. A nearby tool shop had a blindfold that would be perfect for slaying a floating eye and possibly acquiring telepathy. Being a impetuous fool he ended up smiting the floating eye before blinding himself and was paralyzed much to the enjoyment of a kobold lord.

After taking a well deserved beating, Grunt beat the shit out of the kobold lord, blinded himself and killed the floating eye which did not leave a corpse. As compensation, Izchak was selling a magic lamp which will prove useful later in the game. Should Grunt become desperate he can try his luck at rubbing the lamp and summoning a genie. Plus the altar in Minetown is dedicated to Set, Grunt's patron deity. Upon that altar he discovered that the magic lamp was blessed increasing his chances of a genie granting a single wish!

The wood nymph got away. She was nowhere to be found on the previous level. A gnomish king quaffed a magenta potion revealing it to be a potion of gain level. Potions of gain level are very important because if they're cursed then it's a way to escape a hairy situation. Around experience level eleven or twelve it takes a lot of time to progress in experience levels so potions of gain level do help in addition to wraith corpses. In case you're curious, mix a potion of levitation with a potion of enlightenment to create a potion of gain level.

Wunderground says today is supposed to be much cooler than yesterday. 3:05 p.m. and it's eighty degrees.

The cold last night at the compound was brutal. It was tough to sleep and the situation was made worse from a lack of a mattress and the flapping hood bit on the tent. I kept tossing and turning and afraid that I would wake raddidge.

Nice part about last night was opening the doors and the smell of sage flooding the car. Once my eyes adapted the Milky Way was high overhead and full of blue stars. Personal circumstances kept me from sitting outside with my binoculars.

Now I am home as a tired and hungry huddle mass. The drive back was really, really warm even after I removed my hoodie. So I dragged my fan into the living room to blow on me while I type and the fucking motor finally gave up the ghost after more than a decade's worth of service.

Spot's yowling and being annoying much to my chagrin. Plus upstairs is doing laundry which means the laundry room is off limits for the Spots.

Sunday's supposed to be cold. Promise. The check's in the mail. I'll see you in church. I won't cum in your mouth.