Our Clanhouse has become astonishingly cluttered as of late. Not long ago we'd had one of our wild TRAP parties late into the night, and the next morning I woke up and my journal had disappeared! Many things happened while it languished there in the dark recesses of our lair, and I shudder just to look at the pile of sketches needing to be sorted. Maybe Libra Ann will help a gal out...she doesn't seem to have much else to do.
Anyways, I found it yesterday while scrounging for loose change . Someone had kicked it underneath our stuffed Haremau. It's a bit on the whiffy side - eau de pickled cat -- but the good news is that it's back. Expect more entries soon! Over and out, Fishylish
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