At the behest of
breacan I have decided to sit here quietly on this rickety little bed (after making sure that yes, the door is still locked) and contemplate life. While trying not to think about what I'd
rather be doing instead.
I think life is all about eating chocolate-coating coffee beans while reading a good book.
...
I wonder if being stuck in this room is better or worse than being stuck in an oubliette. The view from the balcony is nice and all, but that's a cruel taunt if ever I've seen one.
I wonder if Hoggle is down there somewhere.
Alright, keeping quiet now.