Doors

Oops, I did it again.

[Late Friday night, the news stations in the city are flooded with witness reports of a giant lizard seen in different areas of the city. The reports are all within 10 block radius of Oscorp, and other than a vehicle with damage to the roof by something impacting it, no other property damage is reported. Several photographs surface Saturday morning of a strangely-shaped shadow, a hulking figure, glowing eyes in the darkness. By Saturday morning, the city is abuzz with rumors of a giant lizard stalking the streets of the city.]

[Locked to Dylan M]
Your hackers leave a lot to be desired, FBI.

I hope whoever broke into my fucking room enjoys my dirty laundry and the empties, because fuck you.

I need a new place to stay. I am sick of living out of this shithole of a motel room, now with a broken door because some asshole who was probably high on god-knows-what broke into my gd room.

God, people fucking suck.

[after this.]

[Paging Mr. Winter Hawk, Mr. Winter Hawk, you have a telephone call at the Front Desk... ]
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Anyone out there figured out how to get nightmares to back off? Especially when they're not even your nightmares. Skullbuddy's coping mechanism doesn't work for me. I'm surprised it works for him.

Drinking's a given, so something less prone to hangovers would be great. I'll take narcotics as an answer, but an addiction's something I'd like to avoid.

I fucked up my wrist, so you're getting this left-handed. [But surprisingly clear for that. Also dotted with Prussian Blue.]

I see new scribbles. Enjoying the hotel?

[completely oblivious to the fact that other print is appearing in the book]

Weather: partly sunny, 70, steady winds sse.
Farrier came out -- new shoes for Boise, Captain. Signs of thrush in Honey. Need to block off the western pasture, too muddy.
New salt lick came in. Big day on the farm now.

Still no idea if they're going to keep me on through the spring. Fingers crossed.