[hexed private, though Blaise, Terry and Gwen can read]

I can't believe my piano was destroyed. It feels like a part of me has died. That was the only thing I rescued from my manor, and to see it lying it pieces... when I've had it for so long... Fuck. That felt like an old friend had died.

Maybe it's an omen. You three better not die soon, okay?

[/hex]

This hotel room is too cramped. I think I need to get out more. Any offers?