[The text appears to have been written at different times.]
I don't have any time.
I don't have any focus for this.
People are frustrating. Change quickly and become strangers again.
She's still in my mind, can't get rid of her. I want to have her here with me.
I need to step away. Out of this place. Away from the work.
There's something in it. I think the dwarves were right about the substance, something is wrong. Terribly wrong.
My mind grows dull, sluggish and boring.
Can't find anyone to stimulate my mind. Every time a topic is found that sparks my interest, it's dismissed. Thrown back to small talk. Pointless and annoying.
The Shire, maybe.
Trestlebridge.
* Check on and speak with Aeruthuil.
