The apartment has been rather quiet recently. Tarack has been gone out quite often as of late, leaving me with just the stray cat to keep me company. She's a great listener, however she's offered up little advice on what to do about everything; I don't even know what to feel anymore, so I guess I feel nothing.
I'm working on passing my test to become a certified provisioner, though most of my time in the kitchens has been spent making custom orders for people throughout the city. Soon I will need to venture out into Antonica again and gather up more foodstuffs to continue working.
Someone asked when I would next perform...I don't have a song in my heart as of late, so I told them my musical talents were on hold indefinately. When a muse is gone, it's nearly impossible to find something to sing about...
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