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With all this sickness... I think I need a break, or something to distract from it. Is it bad that I want that?

We need to talk about what I just did, and my example none of you should follow.

...If I don't die, I'm officially putting myself on probation. It was probably unnecessary to go as far as I did in the blog yesterday. I stand by it but it wasn't necessary, and I owe all of you an apology for going too extreme and far too soon, and for putting everyone who commented in potential legal danger. It's the internet but we shouldn't get too comfortable all the same, a lesson I've still got to learn.

I think that most of them have written this off as the fever having eaten my brain or something along those lines, which pains me to have it reduced to this, but without that, I've blown the cover we are going to need and soon.

I'm sorry I put you, and put the cause in danger, and I'm sorry I enjoyed it and the traffic, and probably kept Joly awake laughing when it really wasn't that amusing. I know that isn't quite enough just now, but I will do my best to make it better, if you'll all still stand with me.

So, my therapist thinks I should be on here, talking to people. Since, ah, group didn't work so well. I'm Zachary Jupiter, and I'm, ah, glad to meet you all, so to speak. I've been looking around for people to talk to, and this board seems nice, really. So, hello?

This ah, this plague thing is really kind of messed up, huh? I, ah... anyone else find it just a little freaky how many people are sick? Sure seems like a scary movie come to life to me. Things are dead out in the world, and every time I look outside, it seems like nothing is moving on the streets. Even with the cure out and about, supposedly, with these new inhalers? Will they work? Is anyone getting better?

Sure makes it hard to work, too. Can't really go in and work hard at the job when the government keeps sending you home when you step outside your door. Anyone know any ways to work around this?

Not that I'm sure I could do very well, I mean, with this illness, but... got to pay rent, right?

For those worried, I am feeling better. A bit, anyway.

Mostly I feel very sorry for those caught in the quarantine who were here to visit me. I'm sorry if I've gotten anyone in trouble, and I do appreciate each and every one of you that's come to wish me well.

Hopefully the end is in sight, and this will all be over soon.

Borrowed a computer to post about the strange ass dream I had. Must be fever induced. I'm such a douchebag in my dreams, I just I feel strange about it, this crap just keeps piling up. I'm not a terrible person, am I?

I didn't really know Cedric before he died, but... well, it's always a bitch when people die, right? I felt so uber guilty. I dunno, as horrible a person as I am in those stupid dreams, sometimes I have moments of humanity. Anyway, I don't like it. Didn't have a good time.

[Private to Draco Malfoy]
I'm dying in here. I hate being so damn bored. I've fallen asleep watching daytime television too many times. When is the damn curfew over?

[Private to Peter Parker]
They've given me an inhaler that's supposed to cure this thing. I don't know if I can leave yet or not. God, I wanna go home. I miss you.

Even in my dreams I've killed people. Though maybe this is all some kind of weird flu hysteria or something. Delusions. How do you tell the difference if you feel like you've got a high fever and dying? Shit, I don't even know.

I am so bored of being stuck in here. I just want to get the fuck out of this house.

This inhaler shit better work.

I'm feeling a bit better. Well enough where I can cast spells crave foods again.

When I get out of here, I'm eating cookie dough Blizzards every day for a week.

I suppose there's no better time to move to California than on the heels of a plague. I should have gotten my degree in medicine, it seems, since at this rate I'm being pushed further and further behind schedule.

Looking on the bright side, at least there's reason not to be bothered by anyone. Thank God for small miracles, as they say.

I think it's time for a new start. A new me. Before they drag me further into their world

Hi, I'm Éponine. I've just started studying at UCLA... and, well, I'm new to all of this. And to California as a whole, really.

New inhaler working wonders. Miracle cure? I'll take it. I'm feeling better already. And now I would like to leave to see my brother I have a store to get back to.

But I guess, while I'm waiting....

GINNY WEASLEY. Admit defeat.