give me your heart and your soul
...I feel restless, once again. Somehow, it's not quite related to my mission as much as a feeling of being cooped up. Rather odd, really, considering. I should be happy they have returned --and I am, very happy, in fact-- but I feel that in the while they were gone, watching over the house and.... stagnating, so to speak, is the impetus here.
I don't know, perhaps going out and doing something would make this lethargy dissipate. In any case, I need a change of pace. A new occupation besides drilling good literature into those dulled and jaded minds would do, perhaps.
I wonder if this is the way Creed feels...? ....No, that's something entirely different. Am I the only one that knows what's amiss with him? ...A pity nothing can be done.