Das Hier #37

I didn't come back for the final quarter and as a result failed to get us out of the hundreds of words written, so our collective is now failing horribly.

And this one day after IO brought us to the first good peak which we haven't done as often as we should have.

I went out to the Face Club and I was able to draw, which always makes me feel better, but one thing, one of the humans who works at the Face Club, which a lot of aliens attend, was careless as he tended to his duties and swept wet onto my the bottom of my pants, which I now have to launder which is annoying because some wets are resistant to cleaning and finding pants that I like is a hassle.

This was a hassle that I didn't need to bear.

To his credit, he apologized immediately but that doesn't change the fact that the laundering that I have to do might not take.

Oh bother.

As you've no doubt noticed, I have not included a drawing at the top of the posting for the second straight day.

I am not feeling the want to draw for the blog today. And no, it's not because I'm afraid that I will be disappointed in what I will draw.

It's about the time spent, I want to go bed sooner than later and had I written, I would have had less time to write.

And I haven't written much this quarter as it is.

So no, I do not regret opting not to draw for the second straight day.

It's 5:00 now, I should have a bite to eat then go to bed so that I can tackle the day properly.

Even if that means another substandard day.

It's just the way that it should be.

It's 13 past the hour and I am still up when I should have gone to bed since I did have that bite to eat and I really have to go to bed and sleep!

Especially since I've already written more in the first today than I did yesterday.

So I have to leave now!

No ifs ands or buts!

Be well humans.

And now I want to draw for the blog? When I've already written so much without it?

Well I need the words more than I need the art so I am not going to draw.

I hope this doesn't disappoint anyone who happens to read me.

I know there are so very few of you who do on a regular basis, but that can change.

Though I'll have to do some different things as you humans are so difficult.

Did I tell you that a human friend of mine actually drew my face when I was at the Face Club?

You humans are intimidated by my beautiful face and don't like to draw it.

And I know that it would take money for most artist to deign to draw me because I am too handsome for most artists to be able to draw me bacuse they don't have the skill.

Yes humans, you like to think that you can draw everything but so few can draw me.

But my friend was able to draw me and she was fighting the flu was she did so.

This is shaping up to be another one of those disappointing days that I cannot seem to shake.

And no I wasn't anywhere near as productive as I hoped that I would be.

Also, there is potentially terrible news about one of the top two defenders of Nos Glorieux being not only done for the season, which is is a blow to their improbable drive to qualify for the tournament, but also in the longer run as they fear that his career could be over.

If that is the case, that is indeed terrible squared because he was exchanged for a very good player who is both younger and continues to play.

So as one would expect from humans who love to criticize every little thing, there humans who have come out cheering this news because they did not agree with this exchange.

Imagine being happy with this news, whatever the outcome because you disagreed with the leadership that made the trade.

You're right and they're wrong so this happens and you cheer that?

You humans never cease to amaze me.

I hope you understand that this is not a good thing.

If Nos Glorieux do qualify though through the adversity of the two wretched streaks and the injuries, then the other teams better worry about facing them.

As if tonight's game wasn't important already.

Oh bother.

This really isn't my day is it? I have barely hardly writ, I was just in a stupid discussion with a human and Nos Glorieux are on the wrong end of the score, again. If they do lose, which seems likely at this point with the way both teams have played this season, that will be two straight. If they lose the next one that will be three and they are sure to be in the midst of another wretched stretch.

And the wretched stretches have been eight. They can't possibly lose eight games in a row three times in a single season can they?

They can't possibly lose 8 straight games three times in a season and qualify for the tournament?

The latter one has to be a no.

If only the second one had an answer that I liked because at this point, another period of such historic wretchedness would not surprise me.

Oh bother indeed.

As for the human, it really isn't that important.

Yes, I mentioned it in passing, but II'm not going over every word that they three at me. 

And no doubt we are both saying that the other is wrong.

They lost. It was a foregone conclusion once they were down 3-1 wasn't it?

Yes, it was.

Now the day nears an end and while I will have written more today than I did yesterday, that's two straight days of fewer than the reach of the camp at the base of the mountain.

Just like the two straight losses that Nos GLorieux have played themselves into.

Only I am guaranteed of making my own tournament because I am setting the threshold for this at 500,000 words and I will sail past that inJuly at the latest. Nos Glorieux are not.

I would stay to the bitter end, but I am going to draw yet again.

Be well.

Charles Petrie

Date
02-12-20

Time

04:32-05:15=043, Untimed, 17:45-17:59=042
21:13-23:44=151

Word Count

370+185+227+314=1096