Seriously.

I'm pretty worried about Kadin right now... his journals are locked, courtesy of a few overly-clever people in his area who are trying to make his life harder than it needs to be. He just gave notice at his job - he's moving to a different town, going to try to find a job there. *blinks* I want him here, safe, I want to at least know that he has somewhere to be held and loved and protected and cared for, I want him to come home.

*sighs* "Bed Of Roses"... I really shouldn't listen to this song, but I think I'm going to keep it playing, on repeat even, and see what I can photoshop from it. I'm at a dead end or three re: the website, so I'm trying to do graphics for the hell of it, get the juices flowing as it were.

"A king's ransom of dimes I give each night to speak through this payphone..."

Yes, I still think of you out in the cold, at the phonebooth, feeding quarters and dimes into the slot just to call someone you'd never met.

I won't ever forget.