Wow, I never believed that dancing sober was such hard work. Last night, I retired to bed completely exhausted. Tonight, I am doing the same, but I thought I should write a bit before I passed out. Mrs. Bell is a very sturn woman. When I wasn't dancing on tables, she had me taking orders and delievering drinks. My feet ache so bad!
But at the same time, it was a lot of fun! Lyon and I joked half of the night and some of the men I served and danced for were actually nice enough to buy me drinks when I got really hot. And I made a ton of money. What I really can't stand is cleaning the inn in the mornings and afternoon. Scrubing all that slime away is a chore for a gnome!
Well, its lights out for me. And my last thought is...I miss the ocean. The smell of it, the taste of salt in the air. I don't have anything here to remind me of it...but its Wednesday, and maybe Mrs. Bell will let me go to the beach Sunday. Its half a days journey, but it'll be worth it.
Good night!
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