Doors

Dean, where the hell are you?

And Ruby. I know you're out there. Come out from wherever it is you're hiding.

[Locked to Jack C.]

Hey Handsome, I could use some self esteem. How about you tell me if you've been thinking about me.

[Locked to Hunter W.]

Just checking in.

[Locked to Shailee T.]

You survive that shit?

[Public]

I wish they would put out some kind of fucking notice if shit like that is gonna go down.

[After being released early from involuntary commitment thanks to someone's "generous donation" to the head shrink and the admitting officer.]

[Call to Neil D]
[If a phone could ring angrily, this one would be ringing angrily. Ring.]

[A short while after this, from Theo's phone]

Ring, ring.

Am I the only person who has one of these magic journal deals who is more disturbed by the fact that some strange hotel knew my home address, than the fact that I have a second consciousness inhabiting my mind?

I wonder if there's some kind of do-not-mail-magical-items list I can get on. Or a more specific do-not-mail-useless-magical-items list. I wouldn't mind getting some of the better fantastical, mystical creations, like self-folding laundry or whatever. Or maybe a coffee brewer.