Nothing big this time. In about two hours I'm embarking for that big mudhole in the south, Cedar Falls Iowa.

Ok, maybe calling it a mudhole is unfair. I was extatic to leave when I finally found a way out, but I really am about ready to come back for another visit. As much as this diary has devoted to bitching about my parents (has it devoted anything?), I really do miss them. Maybe in a few days I'll get bored with it and want to come back, but I promised the little brother that I'd at least stay a few days to help him make some weapons and maybe make a few for myself and for the realm that I'm itching to get started.

That's all for now. Anybody who reads this and wants to hang out, gimme a call at my folks house.

Strong as steel

Iron