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21 August 2026

Woe !

Welcome back, to any who read this blog. I write this upon returning from my university courses. If indeed my memory serves me, I have already discussed with great excitement my class on French Revolutionary history, and its game of role-playing. I must now unfortunately report naught but misery on the part of that class. Where once there was hope for what this class would bring, I now only see dread and trepidation.

At the beginning of our class time, the day immediately saw a riot (the instigation of which is, apparently, a power of some within the game). The debate over legislation which followed was no less chaotic, with constant yelling and argumentation across the whole of the crowded, hot room which we found ourselves in. It was to such an extreme extent that at one point during the class I felt it necessary to leave the room entirely. This, along with the stress that comes with attempting to persuade others to my cause, has left me feeling worn and ragged.

The troubles of today extend beyond the classroom. I have unfortunately rendered my cane unusable while demonstrating its foldability last week. While the cane is not entirely necessary, its lack is still very much felt, especially on days such as this one, when it feels as though my legs are in open rebellion against the rest of my body, aching wantonly. Between these pressures physical and psychic, I yearn to rest, curled up in my bed, entirely oblivious to the necessity work I must do, which yet nags at me.

Farewell, dear reader. I hope to bring with me something more positive when next we meet.