Houston, We Have A Serious Problem. I Cannot Locate One Of My Vitally Important Sketchbooks. I Have Combed

Houston, we have a serious problem. I cannot locate one of my vitally important sketchbooks. I have combed the entire house. I have searched literally everywhere the thing could be. It is conspicuously missing. That book has the only translation pages for Elvish, Dwarvish, Goblintongue, Bïïkani, and Neo-Zorsk. Character sketches (some of which are copied, thankfully), weapon concepts, and five unpublished fictional language systems are all just GONE. I have things in other places that are written in Elvish and Goblintongue, so I could reconstruct it from those and from what I remember. But Dwarvish, Bïïkani, and Neo-Zorsk are all utterly gone unless by some miracle I find the thing. I think I’ve narrowed it down to the one place where it has to be if it’s not in my house. It has NOT been to school with me this semester and it DEFINITELY came home from the last one. I had it with me over winter break. I don’t go out much, and even when I do I rarely take my notebooks. Much less that particular one, considering that it doesn’t have a cover attached to it anymore (of course, the cover with my name and contact info is the ONLY piece that I actually HAVE). I am incredibly stressed and frustrated. I have to start reconstructing what I can of these languages before I forget.

Stoned Architect 1: "DUUUUDE WE SHOULD HANG A GIANT BUILDING FROM AN ASTEROID IN SPAAAAAACE"

Stoned Architect 2: "DUUUUUUDE THAT SOUNDS RAAAAAAAAD"

Stoned Architect 1: "DUUUUUUDE"

Stoned Architect 2: "DUUUUUUUUUUDE"

And thus, the idea of the Analemma Tower was born

The Moon looks pretty rad tonight

I was writing my astronomy homework about the moon and tried to write

“the moon appears red during a total lunar eclipse […]”

but instead I accidentally wrote

“the moon appears rad during a total lunar eclipse”

Well… I… I guess it does, if you wanna think about it that way.

!!!!

I FOUND MY MISSING NOTEBOOK!!

Okay so last night at about midnight, my brother got up and whispered “I’m gonna go do something” and disappeared into the dark house without elaborating.

Two minutes of dead silence was followed by the loudest crash of diningware in the history of the world. Like all the bells of Notre Dame Cathedral were tossed out of the magnificent round window and shattered on the streets below.

And then, very quietly, I heard him sing: 🎶"How could this happen to me?"🎶

THEY CAME AND IM FLIPPING OUT AAAAAAAAAAAAA