Entry Number Four: .... excuse the lack of wit
Anybody wants to ask me what is wrong? No, wait, that's not right.
I'm incurable, that's what's wrong.
My new house is full of lovely funk. No, really.
[Private to Tonks]
Hallo, Tonks. I don't know if you'll even be able to read this. It's been long since we've last talked - seems like eternity. You know, I do not have very many friends around here. Don't ask me. I haven't got the courage right now to bother my bandmates. They're still hurt, I bet, hurt that I left them. Oh. Bother, bother, bother.
Anyway, you promised an interesting outing of sorts, so I was wondering if you've come up with anything. I liked your idea about the ocean.
~Myron
[/Private]
I'm incurable, that's what's wrong.
My new house is full of lovely funk. No, really.
[Private to Tonks]
Hallo, Tonks. I don't know if you'll even be able to read this. It's been long since we've last talked - seems like eternity. You know, I do not have very many friends around here. Don't ask me. I haven't got the courage right now to bother my bandmates. They're still hurt, I bet, hurt that I left them. Oh. Bother, bother, bother.
Anyway, you promised an interesting outing of sorts, so I was wondering if you've come up with anything. I liked your idea about the ocean.
~Myron
[/Private]