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After a long night on the beat... [Feb. 12th, 2005|10:44 am]
Sam Vimes
[I seem to be |discontentdiscontent]

I can't believe I was ever like them, a drunkard with no concept of civil decency. Sergeant Colon and I found Nobby slumped over a pint, Corporal Carrot looking on in a most concerned manner. Poor, simple soul, Carrot. He didn't know what to do. Naturally, We found them at the Mended Drum, which attracts shifty characters as it is. It just happened to be the night when every drunk in Ankh-Morpork decided to fight the good fight. After a blind, trampling run by Carrot, we managed to clear the warpath and find our way out again. The fight was still going on for two hours before we managed to reestablish some semblance of control. Needless to say the Night Watch isn't very popular this morning. My muscles hurt and I need a good rest. Junior is having a good cry, to make matters even more lovely. Best be helping to feed the dragons.
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Ah, nostalgia [Feb. 9th, 2005|08:31 am]
Sam Vimes
[I seem to be |grumpygrumpy]
[Hum Drum |the cling-clang of Corporal Carrot]

As remembering my glorious past goes, I'm not one to daydream. But lately I've been wondering if that wouldn't be better. Last night was spent wandering the streets again, this time with Corporal Carrot crashing about like some steel lobster. All that armor makes him about as quiet as...well...a dragon with a headcold is all I can think of at the moment. That's what I left Sybil home to deal with. She'd not have come to bed tonight anyhow, so it's probably better this way. Still, I can't help missing my nice, warm bed and cuppa. I think I'm going soft in me old age. Well, Vimes, stiff upper lip and all that!
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I've finally returned home [Feb. 8th, 2005|09:03 am]
Sam Vimes
[I seem to be |sleepysleepy]

I'd forgotten how out of shape I'm becoming sitting round me house like this. All that running through the streets has me right neckered! Sybil has made me a very incredibly strong cup of coffee and left me holding Junior whilst she perpares breakfast. The dragons are lowing in the back garden and it's another sun-behind-the-smog day in Ankh-Morpork. Sod this nightlife stuff, when you're in the Night Watch, the day is night. Off to bed for me after breakfast. *yawn*
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Justice Stinks [Feb. 7th, 2005|09:23 am]
Sam Vimes
[I seem to be |discontentdiscontent]
[Hum Drum |Corporal Carrot banging about...what is he doing?]

Slogging around the streets of Ankh-Morpork with that light-fingered Nobby Nobbs is like trying to herd a wolf in sheeps' clothing. Since that illustrious event of Lord Vetinari's known as the Carriage Dance Parade, crime has been at an all-time high for the Night Watch. Drunkards are stumbling about with daft looks, shattering windows thither and yon, and those dratted...women of unusual persuasion have been trying to ply their trade on me. It's become so bad that even I have to be on the street, while Sybil sits at home with the baby. This wasn't the order of the day last I checked. Ah well. Guess there's no use crying over spilt milk. Back to work!
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