Skyrim: Rant of the Bosmer

Dear Journal;

Well, I FINALLY found my bum of a husband. I was starting to wonder if he didn't like Wood Elves in general, or me in particular. Or perhaps he'd died.

But apparently he just 'got lost'; I found him moping around at the Temple of Mara in Riften. (City of Vice!)

He was pretending to not know why I was mad, which made me madder, so I firmly sent him directly to our house in Whiterun to get cookin'. No time to waste!

I don't know why these people are called 'spouses', when obviously they're just indentured servants. House slaves, really. They are restricted to the property, you confiscate their money, they cook and clean for you, and they can't leave unless under your supervision.

Hop to it! And wipe that look off your face. YOU'RE MINE NOW.

But that's the problem with finding good help - it ain't easy.

I frankly haven't got time for all this babysitting! Esbern is on my back to "save the world". Man he's OLD. I feel like I better hurry and save it before he has a heart attack.

And Delphine keeps giving me attitude. Look, lady, *I* give the attitude around here, and if you don't like it I will Fus Ro Dah you off a cliff, capiche? Furthermore, I didn't ask you and Old Man Time here to follow me around on quests. You go do your own thing. I got this.

Perhaps I can sneak away while they're not looking...

I was given a ring only to find out it's somehow magically FUSED TO MY DAMN FINGER and I cannot get it off and oh by the way it turns me into a hideous beast whenever it whims. That's been inconvenient, to say the least.

Dragons are attacking me in groups now. >.<  Just ONE dragon at a time isn't 'cool' these days I guess.

And to top it all off, multiple Daedric Princes are breathing down my neck to run their errands for them. Aren't they supposed to be all powerful? Am I missing something here? Why do they need me to do stuff for them again?
One of them actually has sent a DOG to accompany me on various missions. Is he trying to torture me? Doesn't he know I have a shaky history with canines? Or perhaps he does know. They're all pretty much jerks.

Also, I think I'm seeing things.

 
I think I need more sleep. OH NO SORRY CAN'T I'm a hideous werewolf who doesn't nap!



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On the upside, I was able to catch a little Shakespeare In The Park:

OOoh I love this scene from MacBeth!