Starswirl's Journal

by AlesFlamas

Entry # 19

I really should see a physician about my inability to sleep. This past week, I can't have had more than twelve hours of sleep. But by the magic vested in me, I shall try my greatest to sleep tonight. If if I must bludgeon myself into unconsciousness I will sleep! Given that probably won't work though, perhaps there is a magical solution to my insomnia. A potion of some sort maybe? I'm sure I'll have plenty of time to devise such an elixir, if already it does not exist.

Addendum: Once again, a maiden, specifically a scullery maid, has managed to find her way into my room and snoop through my things. I can't even use the lavatory for five damned minutes. Still, she says she might have something to help with my sleeplessness.

Addendum: The maid brought me something to drink that she said should knock me right out. A sleeping elixir perhaps? Only one way to find out I suppose.

Author's Note:

In the previous chapter, I delegated the task of writing the author's note to my friend whose house I'd been staying at over the weekend. He didn't do a very good job.

Now, the actual reason I don't write using old English is because it's a pain in the ass. Middle English works just as well, without confusing the reader, or the author in cases where I have to look back to remember what I wrote.

Comments

[silverMEGAlicorn]

Makes sense. I remember reading Beowulf my Senior Year and I was one of the only ones to actually even have an understanding of Old English. I can thank my KJV Bible reading preparations for that.

[jszellmer]

Five bits says the king is telling ponies to snoop through his stuff.