I chainsmoked alot today.  Ever smoke in such a way that your eye starts to twitch?  Maybe it was all the smoke getting trapped in my eyelashes, or maybe I didn't have anything other than pig filets to eat.  I'm really sick of that pigsty.  Really.

So I left the comfort of Celtic Ireland, beat up some people in a religious place called The Abbey, stole some cheese, and managed to learn a few skills that probably won't do me any good anyways.

I've decided I don't like rats.  Rats are bad.  Ta-kun wouldn't like rats either if he was here.  A horde of them attacked me when I was innocently stealing a book for this doctor guy.  They scraped up my knees and ankles pretty bad.  Where's Ta-kun when I need him to kiss my boo-boos?