((Note, Eva can barely read or write, and certainly doesn't have the ability to buy, nor carry around a diary. These are simply soliloquy, laid out in popular form.))
I'm dreadful ill. It hasn't fully set in yet, but I feel it coming. My temples ache and my body aches and I can only half breathe, and I think I'm taking fever... I suppose it's cold-rained on me one too many times, this season, as the winter does feel so long. I can't afford a treatment, anyway. Not right now when I need to save...
I sold most of my other clothing, and I'm thinking of selling my clarinet... maybe with that, and if I stop drinking, and go out hunting more, I'll be able to get a one-room hole-in before long, as it does seem I'm stuck in Bree-land.
Gorlen confuses me. Amoryl insists I'm in some kind of fairy story, (and felt the need to pronounce it to everyone), but I'm not sure how to feel about any of it right now. I didn't know loving someone was so irritating, how does anyone stay married?
Speaking of which, I have to find a dress for Goldgel's wedding, which seems a daunting task, but it should be fun to play at.
I really want to run away again. I want to run far, far away before anyone can catch me. If they'd try.
