Day Something
Dear Diary,
I float in a blue haze.
And float.
And float.
Time for a new list.
Benefits of Being Imprisoned In A Ley Line
One. Unlimited napping.
Two. Writing in my diary.
Three. Not much else.
I’ve given up on crying, by the way. Nothing is worse than stuffing up your nose when there are no tissues around. Plus when I sneeze, a snot blob floats around for a while before disappearing. It’s really gross.
To pass the time, I try for my magic again. That’s a big failure. Lazare really did a number on me.
Next I work on grabbing Ley magic. Nothing happens there, either. Yes, I’m inside an actual ley line but can sense none of its power.
Thank you, Ley Queen.
I see if I can perfect some circus style flips in zero gravity. That doesn’t work, either.
Guess I’ll take a
