Log Date, 004.
For some odd reason, this log has failed to publish on my page the last two times I tried submitting it. I’ll try not to let this happen again.
Now, my friend Flitch has given me a good distraction to fight these odd urges of mine. It’s a television station known as BBC, or British Broadcasting Corporation. I just started watching it a couple hours ago, and I’m very glad to have been recommended this. Antiques Roadshow is quite enjoyable, for me at least.
Now, I wanted to talk to you all about a very big event in my life. Not many people know about this event, mostly because I don’t have anybody to talk about it to anymore. And not many people will read this, I know that, so I may just be talking to myself again.
Both of my fathers were murdered by a man when I was only 163 years old, who I still don’t know the name of. My father Epoch was a member of the Croanble Tribe back in 1697, and moved away from his tribe to marry Bogalor, my other father. Bogalor gave birth to me in 1708.
I loved them very much. They were both so humble and filled with love for all Creatures and humans. They were killed by man who had a personal issue with the Croanble Tribe, from what I could gather. I never saw him again.
The reason I’m telling you all this, the reason I’m telling anybody this, is due to my dream from last night.
It was a nightmare. I refues to go into detail about it, however. I woke up in a cold sweat and I couldn’t go back to sleep. Memories of my fatherss filled my mind. They wouldn’t leave me alone all night, and I got no furthr sleep. I’m having a really hard time typig this because I keep dzign of. I’m afraid I’l have to go into more detaill later.