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Tyrael, get your leftovers from last week out of the fridge. It's stinking up the whole break room. I bet the FBI doesn't have to put up with this shit.

By the way, name's Blake. Pleasure to meet you folks.

Well, I'm back.

Oh, I left, also.

Free at last. I look forward to sleeping in my own bed tonight, once I clear the fuzzballs off it.

Wonder if you can skeet-shoot with these things?

Never EVER decide to have that extra drink, or two, when there are mischievous members of the opposite sex around. Take it from me. That is how you end up waking up after a nice night of drinking wearing a tutu and to giggling girls, only to realize you need another drink to erase the memory.

Opening Ceremonies were lovely though, of course.

I almost miss London. Hell, who I am kidding. I miss London.

boxing is over and there's only soccer and stuff on

i want to watch gymnastics or something, not people on bikes

I'm sorry.

That drikninign game is a bit much really

drunk before Noon and all

ENGLAND YES

gluck peeta

International, nonstop flight from London and crossing nine time zones when you're flying by yourself, with just the steady stream of rock music from your ipod and the energy drink you signed an endorsement deal with several years ago, and still own stock in the company for, despite the fact it's been ruled really dangerous and habit forming coursing through your veins? Forging ahead into that, without really thinking about the consequences, miiiight not have been the best idea I've ever had.

But I'm here in California, probably getting some kind of major traffic violation for leaving the plane in the Irvine General parking lot squishing a pile of furry...things under the wheels, but I could honestly give a rat's ass right now. The kid's napping right now, and I didn't realize you could live the life he has and look so fragile.

When he wakes up, I'm going to be here. He agreed to Monday for the surgery and I'm going to be there too. There's failing people one too many times, and I'm glad I finally wised up to that. I told him I wasn't going to fuck things up anymore. We've got one really long road ahead and I'm going to be there, even though I don't have a clue what it's going to mean.

...Guess I did need to come on home after all.

Five days.

Ohgod. It can't--

I have to go home. Hawke, I'm sorry, I have to

It's my dad.

Doct Liam, come with me.

My plate is so full right now I think it's going to explode.

Really, people? If you're going to kill the furballs, that's fine. But don't just leave the blood splatters and entrails on someone else's property. It's rude.

It's official: my insurance does not cover alien invasions.

Well today just turned out interesting.

I'm currently engaged in Rule 58 of the Bro-code.

Seriously. Cannot state this enough.

Fuck Kirkwall.