"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet" - Plato

It is day two of my journey. I had the displeasure of meeting the Wife of Bath today. I already knew of her because of her reputation. She has had so many husbands that I don't even know the exact number. Anyway, she decided to strike up a conversation with me about I don't even know what. I stopped listening to her after a few minutes. She never stops talking, and she laughs way too much. It gave me a headache. Everyone else seems to like her because they think she has charm or something. I do admit that she has some weird alluring quality.. but I don't like it. Actually, she reminds me of my first and only love. I cringe when the Wife of Bath smiles because I only see Annabelle's smile. Annabelle broke my heart. She ripped it out, threw it on the floor, and stepped on it. The year I spent with her was a lie. I loved her with every inch of my soul. I understood her and she understood me. I thought we were going to be together for eternity. I lost all faith in humanity after our seperation. It just goes to show you that there isn't a God. And if there is, he is cruel.

Be slow to fall into friendship; but when thou art in, continue firm and constant" - Socrates

And so I have decided to heed my professors advise and go on this so called pilgrimmage to Canterbury. So today we started on our journey at the Tabburd Inn, 29 of us I do believe, and the first people I had a chance to travel with were the knight and the squire, and my o' my did their horses seem overfed. Well anyways the knight...I suppose he's alright. Although he seems to talk on and on about all of the battles he's been in(sometimes enough is enough...if you know what I mean), I did learn a few things about weaponry and so forth. Now the squire on the other hand is waaay to energetic for me...chill out! But anyways, as far as the pilgrimmage goes so far so good, I've even started on a new novel "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance." Talk to you later!