Masterwork Paintbrush

My life is dull and colourless as of late. Few things have splashed paint onto the canvas of my life this summer so far and I'm beginning to fear that it will be a dull grey spot on the painting that will finish when I'm in Anwnn. I met a girl, who I was going to help out, but it seems she's slipped away from me, and I've made friends with a delicious young man named Cylan. He's got a fantastic voice that enticed me to sing. Me! Sing!
I did so miss my lute.
But missing my lute made me miss Wren and chatting with Orabelle while holding Ricar just ate at my heart. I would so love to have a family, espcially with Wren...like -that- would be possible.

Missing my lute leads to missing Wren and missing Wren leads to missing Frederick, for dear Frederick has a way of putting my mind in another place. Lovely Frederick, how I miss him so. I've not seen him in positively ages.
I had a daydream of him the other day. We were lying in bed and he was falling asleep, as he is prone to do and I kissed him and he frowned at me and rolled over, saying, "That's enough lad." I never said it was an impressive tale, but it made me feel a bit better.
Something else that would let me feel more secure would be if I paid rent to stay in the hovel I'm in now. And a lock, and a backpack. I should backpeddal and see if any of my "Get rich quick" schemes would pan out if I paid attention to them. I doubt I'll ever be commited to anything other than my music, but I might...wash dishes or cook or something...Cooking would be nice. I'm decent at that.

Heh. "That's enough lad."