Went swimming for the first time the other night. Seems strange that I had grown to full adulthood without ever venturing into the vast areas of water around me, but it was definitely my first time. I know it was, because a disembodied head was telling me how to do it.

Swimming was a breeze, and felt lovely. I spotted some lovely big fish. I can’t remember their names. I’ll take more notes next time, if I’m doing this diary. Just believe me when I tell you they were nice big fish, and that I celebrated their niceness and bigness by stabbing them repeatedly with my nice big sword.

That same night, by the light of the enormous moon, I went to the village farm for the first time and had a chat with a cat and a weirdo. I asked them to cultivate some mushrooms for me, while wondering if I should maybe stay off the shrooms for a while, since I’m apparently talking to a fucking CAT.

I then went and dumped a load of stuff I had in my bag into the chest in my room. Another cat asked if I wanted to rearrange my furniture. I need help.