Princess Josiane of the Copper Isles' Journal

11:51am: Another week of eternal punishment gone by. Only an eternity more to go.

There hasn't been much happening aside from the usual torture. The only highlight of the week for me was when I charmed my way out of the weekly singsong and had a chance to switch Trebond's change of clothes with the skimpy dresses of some dead prostitute who's down here for murder.

That's what you get for telling me I sing like a goat, pumpkin-brains.

(I only wish he hadn't enjoyed wearing them so much.)

5:27pm: #Q%OUISDTJO
@($UTIAIOT7
AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH

NOBODY GETS THE BETTER OF ME!!!!!

6:24pm: Well, I must admit, I am the tiniest bit disappointed that I won't be Master Trebond's partner for the sing-song tonight. Not that I wanted to sing with him, mind you, but I *do* enjoy accidently burning his marshmallows to a crisp every week.

11:25pm: I love nothing more than talking about that whiney Thom of Trebond behind his back.

(Except maybe sticking a dagger into it.)

8:22pm: Even after all these years, I still can't walk an inch without scorching the train of my skirts. Mithros damn this horrible place!

But what am I thinking? He already has.