But that matters not, I do suppose. Much has happened. This and that, that and the other. And yet nothing quite noteworthy.

Perhaps Pengy and I will watch movies tonight. 'twould be quite nice. 'tis so cold outside tonight: then again, that makes it perfect for a walk, no?

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D:

So.

Sparda-love, did you enjoy that French Connection? 'twas my first making such a beverage, so I do so hope you did.

...how are you feeling?

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It always starts as a premonition, does it not?

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I do believe I will be getting myself a personal assistant. Well. "Pool boy" is the lax term.

Sparda? Is this alright with you?

And a prime example, that, of why 'tis time to, in the very least, allocate myself to a different part of the house. I shant be so crude as to not allow him the Master Room, since 'tis his home. When we return, when we return.

Something amiss, other than this, and I do not believe I like the feelings I am getting.