Today I managed to connect to five trees at once, though only for a minute. At this point, my connection to the trees is at about seventy-five percent efficiency. All in all, I think I am doing pretty good.

My birthday is coming up here in less than a month, with Tiddol’s being immediately after that. I’ll be turning seventeen here soon, I can’t wait. I hope it will be a big party like it was last year.

Speaking of birthdays, I asked Azrezel when his was today. Going by the dates in my Diary it is Day 300, so early spring. Quite a ways off.

Tiddol asked me for a bunch of ingredients today, most of them made using Astrie or Whitefoot. A lot of really high grade stuff too, the kind of stuff that has a tendency to react violently when mishandled during alchemical reactions, or at least that’s what she tells me. Apparently, she is making something to help my father recover faster. It’s not exactly something that has ever been done by a mortal alchemist and she is hoping pulling it off will trigger an evolution. It is really difficult, if not outright impossible to heal muscular atrophy directly. I certainly don’t know how to do it.

I finally managed to go drinking with Azrezel. Though it was nowhere near as eventful as the first time we tried, no supposedly dead parents showed up, we still managed to have fun. It isn’t something I am going to do regularly though, it is a pain to cure alcohol poisoning while being affected by alcohol poisoning. Or really use any magic for that matter. In fact, I actually had my healing backfire on me a couple times before I managed to cast the spell, I’m lucky I didn’t get sick or worse.

Azrezel found to his chagrin that undead are more or less immune to poison, including alcohol. He drank the most potent stuff they had and still failed to get tipsy. He was pretty pissed off all things considered.

Other than that not a lot happened today.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.