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I want to play quidditch. Like really play and not just dream about it. I wish it was possible here.

Since my place seems to be a relatively spook-free zone, I'm debating writing to my mentor that I'm horribly ill and would it be all right if I worked from home for a few days.

That way, the scariest thing I have to worry about is waking up nose to nose with a pomeranian.

New item at the Bakery: Chai Scones. They're new, they have a cinnamon, cream cheese frosting (optional) and they're mighty delicious, if I do say so myself.

Come on by! Mention Valarnet and get 20% off your coffee and pastry purchase.

We've had to shut the garage down early today. Cousin's livid about it, thinks we've got a prankster among the ranks. Everything's getting moved around and placed in ridiculous places. Suppose it was all fine and funny until safety became an issue.

In any case, I've been with the same guys all morning and not one of us has gotten up to move anything. And it seems to me we're not the only ones experiencing things of the like.


(Not that I'm complaining. I'll take a half day's work any time, no fuss.)

Dreaming of a dream life, one where you feel younger and stronger, and yet somewhat dumber, is weird. I never thought I would say something like this, but I wish my dreamself were smarter. Things go so wrong for him, though, so often, that maybe he just doesn't want to think straight. I don't know.

I do know that things are going awesome for me these days. This life, at least, is turning out to be a really good one. Work is going well, cases are going well, and my apartment is shaping up.

Of course, finding someone and figuring out that you care about them and they about you, more than to ever knew? that is icing on the cake.

It's weird. I've been having these dreams for months now, and while I would have the same ones for a few days before the next ones kicked in, that was all the repeats I got. Then last night, after a dream I've been having all week finished, I suddenly was dreaming the first dream all over again.

It feels... weird. Almost like I hit some sort of finish line and then started over.

Does this happen often?

Is it ever not creepy here lately?

I swear, I'm switching focus to documentary shooting at this rate. It'd be a whole lot less work. Weird viral ad campaign switched on into real life? I'm getting that surrealist horror survival vibe again.

Like, should I be picking up a crowbar on the way home or...

This is the worst time of year, no matter where you go. The last surge of flu and strep throat before all the fun summer bugs take over. Sad to say that I've been caught victim by one of them.

Just sent my students probably the happiest e-mail they get all week. Classes cancelled. They'll be less happy when I inform them they'll be writing a paper to make up for it, I'm sure.

In any case, I hope it passes soon. I don't do well on bed rest.