Oh, young cardinals, nesting in the trees - oh, hear our song, and rain your innocence on me...
I'm confident that I can win this upcoming literary competition. Highly subjective, writing competitions. Highly pointless, many people surmise. I need a shot at a small fortune, and I back myself to compete. Always have, always will. We'll see who has the chops to hang with me in less than 5000 words. We'll see if I've got the chops to hang with others. I'm coming through.
It is a strange time at present. We are lulling with the onset of winter here. The days are grey and the fire inside is guttering, searching frantically for the extra spark to keep itself alight. I need more routine. I need to begin to get things moving again. I will hit the streets and look for gainful employment soon I think. It's time to make a concerted effort to make it down to the Capital.
Feeling lonely lately I must say. Disappointed that I haven't heard from Freckle. I know she is busy, but I still thought I would have had a bit more contact. Wherever that kid is, I hope she really is OK.
I have to go now. I'm not in the mood.
Bread or rice?
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