This is as real as I can be.

I have a scar on my face.
It is giving me character and a story.
Ironic it would happen now considering the last few days I have experienced.

If it doesn't heal properly.. I will feel like Harry Potter. Maybe that will provide me with some mystical luck. Yes, I can quest with knowledge that I am the best at what I do and I've got paper cuts to prove it. Or so it reads.

Case in point.
I can't pour out more than has been evaporated today.

I'm searching for a location to help casting and somebody got jealous.
It's a ham of a cat.
No sunglasses. The sun is dull today.

I am drawn into the confusing, the sad, the tragic.