Lightning-Dono: Fweee, another entry from Nami has been written!

Answers to the Reviews

lil-c-girl-2218 – Thanks! I don't like Muffy either (obviously). She just seems so...ugh. xx;;

Sikerra the Eternity Knight – Thanks much! Sure, I'll update. It's hard not to when you write a story like this. :D

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Ninth of Spring

The summer heat is settling in – thank goodness that each season only lasts ten days. I detest summer weather; it's always so sunny and I tend to sunburn easily, which doesn't bode well for my health. Especially since there's a risk for skin cancer involved, so I usually hang out in the Blue Bar or beneath a tree. Even as I write this, my skin is flaking. Not a pretty sight – where has all the humidity gone? I'll ask Dr. Hardy to brew up some of his moisturizing lotion for me like he does every summer. It's been tradition since I first moved here since my skin also dries fairly easily, especially in extreme heat.

This is a fairly random comment, but Dr. Hardy's energy-boosting drinks don't taste that great (Perhaps that's why he gives them to Van to sell so Van gets framed for the horrible taste.). It's reminiscent of Chinese herbal medicine with a bit of sugar and sparkling water. I suppose the only cooking I can trust now is Ruby's.

Guess what (this has to be the biggest news all day). After about a season of being stuck inside a barn, Jack's cow has emerged from the abyss Jack has designated as it's "home". And, as expected, it looked malnutritioned and lost within the jungle of grass. If he doesn't cut that field of his soon I swear I'm going to go over there and hack it all down for him until there's only a millimeter of it left sticking out of the ground. Nature is a beautiful thing, but in Jack's case, what he thinks is making his farm look better is making it more of an eyesore than it originally was. What the heck is Takakura doing all this time? Isn't it supposed to be HIS job to look over the farm in general?

And a new revelation has been revealed about our appallingly lazy farmer: he cooks. He was staring at me in this bizarre way when he walked by me this afternoon, cradling an orange bowl in his hands and using his horrifically dirty gloves to pick lettuce out of the bowl and stuff it into his abnormally large mouth. The Goddess knows where his hands have been and I'm immorally afraid of him now. Although it's quite sinful of me, I'm hoping for him to fall sick from eating in unsanitary conditions. It'd serve him right.

In other news...Muffy is infatuated with Jack, to say the very least. She's even stopped working her regular shift (Which, may I also add, she has maintained for the past two years I have lived here.) to pretty much stalk him. Wherever he goes, I've noticed, she goes. And apparently she's gotten the hang of his schedule as whenever he goes to the bar, she's standing right by the door trying to look miserable so he can ask her what's wrong. She is clearly taking advantage of his warm-hearted ways and he simply doesn't notice.

He could learn a lesson from being with her – never trust overzealous women lusting for love.

I believe in the quote "A woman's feelings change as quickly as the autumn sky" (I'm fairly sure that's how it goes, anyhow. I'm fairly rusty in the area of memorizing quotes.) and Muffy's feelings are doing just the same. One day she's looking at Jack through narrow eyes, evaluating what a sleaze he is and aday later she's going in and out of his farm like it's her own house. I have yet to see her disapproval of his obnoxious habits, unless she finds them all to be cute.

I also believe that Jack is taking over my diary. But either way, I'll stop now since Ruby's stopping by again for room service.