Back again. I bought tickets for that concert I was talking about, and it was as good as I thought it was going to be. Surprisingly, there wasn’t as much security as there should have been, but then again, nothing happened, so maybe it just wasn’t visible. Anyway, I had a great time, and they even handed out glow sticks for everyone to swing around in the air. On another note, the tickets didn’t cost that much; actually, they were rather cheap, surprisingly for a band as popular as they are.

On the way home, I took a couple short cuts. I felt off a couple times and got out of there as soon as possible. I heard a lot of footsteps behind me at one point and sprinted out of there after using the Arcane Hands spell to knock over something in a side alley to my left. I have no idea what could have happened, but I am glad I didn’t give it a chance.

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I am writing this because tonight I can’t sleep. Nothing I do is working beyond maybe taking some sleeping medicine I do not have. Even if I did have the medicine, I don’t think I would take it because I am not sure if I would wake up. My stomach hurts. Badly. If I try to brush my hair, it comes off in globs. I think this is because I missed today's medicine dosage while I was at the concert. It hurts like hell, but I can handle it until the medicine kicks in and I can calm down enough to sleep.