Dear Diary,
I went for a walk yesterday. You may wonder "Well what's special about that, Felonius?"
Hold your horses, dipshit, I'm getting to it.
Now, the thing that was special about it was the frisbee. Now, you may be asking what's so special about the frisbee.
Cool your goddamn jets, I'll get there!
Well, I woke up today, and before you ask I'll explain what that has to do with the frisbee in a minute. The time I woke up was noon. That's the best sleep I've gotten since I've been in this position.
But it's all because I got hit in the head with a frisbee when I went for a walk. A group of children were running in the street. There was one... I think I heard his name was Fepar? I don't know, didn't matter too much.
I'm not going to go apeshit on a bunch of kids for throwing a frisbee at my head, but I really wanted to. I mean, when I let myself get hit by the frisbee, all the people on the street crowded me and called me "such a good sport" for letting the kids play without hindering them. Honestly? I was curious if the arm on that kid was good enough to lop my head off.
Needless to say, it was barely enough for a minor concussion. I went to the nurse here at the Magic College, and I got told that there was no long-lasting damage. Maybe physically there isn't... but that experience will stay with me for the rest of my (hopefully short) life.
Your Soon-to-be-Dead Grand Wizard,
Felonius Questus
