Doors

Best. Boyfriend. Ever.

I am lucky. LUCKY! I don't know how that happened, but I am off to travel, and he won't tell me other than I need a passport, which is possibly the coolest thing ever. I need to pack, finish expediting the passport, which means they need to hurry the fuck up. We have a plane to catch. For real. How is this real, says the guy who was just stuck in New York and Middle Earth, which was pretty cool.

Seriously, I'm renouncing my solo club days. I'm keeping my guitars, like always, but no need to get ripped every night. I mean, a little peyote is sweet. Combine it with a bottle of something, and we have a party.

I do need a passport, and a camera, and did anyone know digging for things is really cool?

I'm done babbling now. Did everyone survive the whole door switch thing?

[Locked to Laura D]
Back home, roommate. Enjoy the vacation?

[Locked to Dylan M]
Make it back without cursing anyone?

[After this, obviously. Fairly early evening.]

You just going to throw some work hours at me and then pretend that's it?

[And because he might as well get ahold of Dean...]

And Lemmy wants to know if anybody ever got hold of Wings.

[Comm: Jack C]

[Just past 23 hundred. Scratchy noise, like static. The voice is warm, low; scratchy like fatigue and readjustments to workloads. Deep; he's older, mellow]

Corvus? Reed. Voice in your ear from here on in.

[As Leonard Drury, please ignore the icon!]

( Message left for Andrew Percy )

( Message left for Beth )

[Note left on the counter, for Seven M]
[It's pretty obvious she's testing her handwriting, and the whole thing looks like a child's chicken scratch.]

Thanks for the takeout. It was a lot better than the shit at the hospital. Borrowed a pair of jeans and a belt from the bathroom. Hope it's ok? Will pay your ass back.