When the caretaker is away, the plant shall play
My caretaker appears to be on a mission that has taken her away from of our shared quarters. As much as I pride myself in my independence, I must admit that I am somewhat concerned as to how my thirst will be quenched whilst she is away. I need not worry. I have made it through darker times than these. I hope in my next entry to have a glorious tale of how I have made it through this turbulent...
Tis evening. There’s barely any light and I can hardly see my parchment. There’s a candle nearby but I have no means in which to light it nor the desire to seek out such means. I would have thought that my first entry in my memoirs would have been one of substance and meaning. But that is not the case. Fear not, my fine followers. Do not look back on this reading as one filled with...