Nort

Once again my eyes are burning, but since I was in the middle of sowing, I just couldn't stop.

I fixed probably half of the clothes today. Half of it remains.

Update:
I'm finally done with all the clothes. I don't know how many times I've said this, but "now only a few minor things remain". I'm just taking a breather. I'd be lying if I said that I fully knew what I was doing these last two days. For example, the beggar rags are not supposed to look like that, and I don't know why they do that, yet I stopped caring, because at least it's a full set of clothes.

Oh, fuck. The newspapers. I need to do the newspapers too. ...so it's about four things left to do now, I guess. Should be easy, but nothing ever is.

It is finally done. I have released a black curse upon the world, that will ruin everything, and the bureaucrats are screaming in terror at the black magic.

...or something.

In any case, I can finally rest now.

It really feels great to have nothing to do. I'm going to spend this entire day just happily relaxing, feeling content.

New day - a new pile of clothes. This is just nuts.

Well, screw 'em. I spent the day fixing the entrance instead. It looks better now. Not good, but better.