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[09 Aug 2008|03:20am] |
Aloysius got me a present. I can't remember the last time I had a journal that wasn't being read by someone down here.
Well, I really suppose this isn't much better. And people from down here are reading it, so the only quantifiable improvement is that other people are reading this too. But talking to people outside of the basement is supposed to be good for me. I think fresh air would be good for me too, but I think that, in general, people find this proposition disagreeable. Ten minutes -- five, even. That is all I want.
I miss birds. Aloysius was telling me that they found a new species of magical bird somewhere in Southeast Asia. He was not particularly specific, but I suppose that would have been hard, given that we were having this talk over the weekly physical fussiness to see if anything has changed since last week -- which it still has not; the whole process is really quite tedious, but it is for posterity, so it is somewhat more tolerable -- but apparently the new birds are quite lovely. I just have to wait for Monday, I think. Or earlier, if Aloysius finishes with the magazines earlier. I just hope that the birds do not look like peacocks.
I would rather like to be able to use wards for this as well. I'm told that other people are permitted to use them, but when I asked, Aloysius gave me that face that says that we were not going to have that discussion.
He makes that face rather frequently, it seems.
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