It's just that the villages keep nagging me to give them recipies, perscriptions, yadda yadda yadda. Wanna do things for themselves. Whatever. What's a Healer worth in these modern times anyway? When people can get their own herbs at stores and through the mail. Do they really need people like me? I don't think so. Heh. Yeah, can you read the bitter irony in my journal entry? Good. That means you haven't gone completely brain dead yet. Damn ingrateful fools. Buncha tossers, all of you.
But hey, if keeping this friggin journal gives me extra time to guzzle down wine and be left alone, I'll be the last one to complain.
I'm gonna keep this nice and simple for you peabrains: I'll write an entry when fancy strikes me, so don't come crying to me about some sort of 'update schedule'. There ain't gonna be one, lads and lasses.
Second, I don't do requests (unless they involve wine or any other kind of spirits).
And last, but not least: don't bother 'flaming' me. I'm a bitch, deal with it. I'll take your flames, put them in my stove and cook myself up a nice goblet of mulled wine. So there. Have a nice day, or something.
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