oh dear! i fear i've been neglecting my journal quite terribly. i'd like to say it's because i've been having glorious adventures in the far away wilds of the world, but, to be quite perfectly frank, because that's what i'd like to be with you, dear readers, frank, (not, of course, to say my that name is frank; no, my name is percy and i quite like it that way) i've mainly been producing and burying children. and ingesting quite a bit of laundenum. so the usual.
but something called me to pull out these dusty old pages and reexamine the online world ...something i hope is true and not merely a sinister phantasm.
for lo, i swear, one night several weeks ago, i woke up from a fretful sleep, sweating, but feeling a strange calling within my chest, an odd longing, pulsating light. shaken, but unable to figure out what exactly it was that troubled me, i returned to an uneasy sleep. i puzzled over the feeling for the following weeks, wracking my brain for possible solutions, when suddenly i recognized where i'd felt the feeling before... the last time i received a letter from george, so many months ago.
and now i wonder, was it him calling out to me? oh B, wherever you are, please answer my call as i have answered yours! but preferably in a more prompt fashion.