A Day of Splinters and Stumbles

Greetings, fellow adventurers. Bjorn here. Today, the forest and the wood mocked me in equal measure. I sought to craft a simple box, yet my hammer found only my thumb. Five times. Between these failures of carpentry, I attempted to journey to the North Forest. It seems the very path itself wished to confound me, for I found myself turned around and back at the carpentry table each time. A most trying day. I believe I shall go and have a lie down. Preferably somewhere I cannot trip over.