L'Apres-Breakup [23 Consimbs 4261]
I'm pretty sure that yesterday happened and got itself over with somehow. I'm pretty sure that I didn't fail my Nendrai Ethology exam. 'cause, well, the Duke made me take the class, and I helped deal with that stuff between the two teachers earlier this month, and I've spent more time with a nendrai than the rest of the class put together. So I'm pretty sure they can't fail me, even if my essay on "etiquette when dealing with a nendrai" was a short numbered list rather than a proper essay.
I was so unhappy from Ilottat dumping me that I couldn't even write. Not even with The Quill Pen of the Hairy-Nosed Wombat Headed Demonurge of Plong [sic]. That's how seriously I'm taking this.
I told Anoof to tell Ilottat that I wanted to find some way to make it up to Ilottat. We'll see how it works, I suppose.
Anyways, I had far too much brandy with Strenata last night, and woke up in her kitchen stove. I evidently failed yet again to seduce her -- I'm sure I must have asked, not that I can remember doing so and not that she mentioned it.
I have definitively proven that my four terms at Vheshrame Academy have taught me an important lesson. I have definitively learned to not vomit in the fireplace before I go to sleep in it.
My pride knows no bounds.
Unfortunately, even with the Nendrai Ethology class over, I still have to go service the nendrai. Alas.