Erestor's Journal, entry #4832.
Today was off to a rousing start, mere moments after I dared step foot out of my room. I'll attempt to compile:
One page of Drakes and Worms of the Greatermost East ruined - this is all thanks to Glorfindel deciding he was going to put his lips all over everyone's faces this morning. The tip of the quill went skidding down over the page I was transcribing, meaning that I shall have to start over from the beginning or rebind the entire book, to cover up the mistake. I can't abide cutting a page out. And to think, I just got that drake scale adhered on page eighty-two. How extremely frustrating, especially with so little time left to complete it.
( Further lists and Commentary, within. )
One page of Drakes and Worms of the Greatermost East ruined - this is all thanks to Glorfindel deciding he was going to put his lips all over everyone's faces this morning. The tip of the quill went skidding down over the page I was transcribing, meaning that I shall have to start over from the beginning or rebind the entire book, to cover up the mistake. I can't abide cutting a page out. And to think, I just got that drake scale adhered on page eighty-two. How extremely frustrating, especially with so little time left to complete it.
( Further lists and Commentary, within. )