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Priceless camera traded for a shitty laptop. Check. Job apps are out and now the waiting begins. Unless someone here wants to offer me a job that doesn't involved nudity, rape or selling my internal organs.

Hello Valarnet. I'm Abby.

You know you've been letting your daughter watch too much TV when you start dreaming that you're a ten-year-old wizard.

Right?

I keep dreaming of creepy puppets. That's a new one.

And inappropriate jokes in front of And that bastard I can only see things continuing to get stranger.

Thank God there's a cure. Even though he and I aren't speaking at the moment in thrilled to hear people are recovering.

And I'll be back to my normal volunteer schedule after the quarantine is lifted.

[Private to Kurt]
Thank you, again, for taking care of me. I definitely owe you.

Go get the cure. Take care of your cough. Please?

From my bed at Irvine Hospital, I quickly wanted to check in with the Network and see how everyone is doing.

[Locked to Merrill, Frodo, Kitty, Meetra, and Charlie]
Are you all well?

Oi, I'm still alive. Didn't feel like it there for a while. More importantly I need a beer tonight to celebrate. Sure I could choose to not drink since I haven't had one in nearly two weeks but one to celebrate won't hurt.

Plague survivors, unite! Or some stupid thing like that.

Parents are not too subtle are they or is it just my maman? She has no skills at beating around the bush and instead chooses to just blurt out whatever it is she is thinking appropriate or not. Makes me happy people cannot hear the other side of my phone conversations most of the time or I would be constantly explaining or blushing or both.

Okay, getting up for the first time in a few days was great, but looking in the mirror was a huge mistake. Siouxsie Sioux wasn't this pale. I mean, I'm not surprised, but I'm used to having, you know, skin tone.

I have the urge to blame someone, too. I even know who. But it's not fun to blame people who aren't present to accept the blame. Especially when they might not be real

I can't wait to get out of here. The doctor keeps saying a couple days, but I'd really like to be home now.

It's three days until I'm legally allowed to get out of here, and I actually don't feel like complete and total crap for once in a really, really long time. I'm alive thanks to the doctors and scientists who kept me that way and thanks to wherever the cure for this was developed from.

This is...kind of incredible really. As much as I wanted to die for a lot of it, I'm kinda glad I didn't after all. It was...Sick Thea's idea, and you know? I kinda don't like Sick Thea all that much. She got me to do a lot of really crazy, really stupid crap.

I'm not sure where I'm going when I'm out of here but...maybe that church I saw posted about, that non judgmental one, can help me. It's nice to think about the idea that there's something else out there, that this isn't it, and that somebody cares, you know?

I think I owe it to myself at least to check that out. Or feel like God wants me to, or something.

Either way, I'm better now, and happy, and everything's coming up Thea for once. Good.

Hope everybody else is getting better here too.