Hi, I'm back. The village idiot (aka my typist) decided that harp playing and spending time with her aunt was more important than me. Me! I am Curufin, fifth son of Feanor, a bloody prince of the Noldor! *growls* I feel so unappreciated.
She's listening to that song again. Now it's stuck in my head. *pounds head on desk* To make matters worse, she poked and prodded until I would "dress up."
I've been looking for a replacement for Angrist (*sniffle*). I've been to every cutlery shop in the world it seems and my typist is getting annoyed. She says that Angrist was just a knife. Just a knife?! That's like saying a Silmaril is just another jewel. Poor poor Angrist. We had such good times together
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