Day 2: Arrived in Ankh-Morpork. Hopefully, can crash for a few weeks and find a job. Certainly will not end up finding my own niche in the city with a group of misfit coworkers that are as messed up as I am, eventually finding friendship and love in the 17-year old heir to the throne who would be the first to truly accept me for what I am and eventually put his life on the line to save me and keep me beside him and be honest and pure and kind and good natured and redheaded and.. and while I'm at it, I want a new pair of bowling shoes.

Day 3: Went job hunting. Nearly all referred me to Guild of Seamstresses. Must be the only woman in this town that doesn't know how to sew.

Later: Oh. So that's the Guild of Seamstresses.

Day 4: Saw poster: "The City Watche Needs Men! Be A Man In The City Watche!" Decided to go for it, as it reminded me of the song from Mulan.

Later: Was showed around the city by Corporal Carrot. Nice name, Carrot. Won't ask. Cute, though. Unfortunately, the "truncheon in his pocket" actually was a truncheon in his pocket. Stupid watchmen.

Day 5: Becoming more and more difficult to hide lycanthropic tendencies from other watchmen. Dog collar tan line annoyingly conspicuous. Oh, yeah, and we found some dead people. That's about it.

Day 6: Went to breakfast and on city tour with Carrot. Envisioned him bursting into song and felt strange disturbance in the force. Like a thousand of Priscilla's friends crying out in terror. Odd.

Later: Snooped in on Carrot's box of letters. Refuse to play second-fiddle to some 60-year-old dwarf bint named "Minty". Furthermore, decided relationship with Carrot impossible. Not as much the whole human/werewolf thing, but the realization that "Angua Ironfoundersson" sounds really stupid.

Day 7: Gave new meaning to phrase "investigating undercover". Somewhat honored to be first Discworld character to get any. Go me. Anyway, thousands of girls go into mourning. New hit single: "Never Gonna Get To Be The Future Queen of Ankh-Morpork Blues". Want to kill something.

Later: Upon waking, ran away. Stupid plot devices.

Day 8: Dead. Damn.

Later: Back. Still curious as to what I was wearing when informing Carrot I was alive again. Tiny hand towel left conveniently on morgue slab not v. amusing.