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Okay, being an underage boy is not fun. I feel like Chris Hanson's going to break into the house at any moment and ask me to have a seat. I'm anxious about using the bathroom, and it's not fun.

I suppose there are worse things than swapping bodies with your ex.

What on Earth is going on around here?

Day Two. Still Male. Not loving this. This body sucks to play pool in. Jes for the record, ah ain't shaving this face. Ah'm pretty sure ah'd start laughin' and cut meself.

Ah guess the guy who has me should be glad it's not that time o'the month, yea? Ah might 'ave actually died laughin' if it were. No one can say ole Rogue doesn't 'ave a sense of humor. Ah'm gigglin' jes thinkin' bout it!

It's strange getting used to California. There are some things I may never understand about this place. It's far different from my home. It does have certain charms, though, and I do hope I will enjoy my stay here.

I should introduce myself, as I'm new here. My name is Monica, and I'm a scientist. I moved here for work, and I am still getting used to this place.

Well, it seems I've planned my vacation, no, retreat for the perfect week. I do hope things are peaceful again, soon. On all fronts.

[Locked to Faiza]
I'll be in touch. I'm heading north, hoping for some wide-open spaces, to give my mind the room it needs to de-clutter. My heart stays wherever you are.

I hate the universe.

I had a dig planned and everything! I can't exactly do that when I'm in the wrong body...

A public service announcement from The Winchester Homestead:

I'm not deleting yesterday's entry, but I really need you all to know that Cas sat there watching me type the whole thing. Read it over my damn shoulder.

This man is a menace.

If you see me blogging on that many (prescribed to me) drugs again, ask him why he didn't stop it.

I'd be embarrassed, but screw it, it's there.

I'm also still supposed to stay away from heavy machinery until next week once they can gradually dial down the dosage and maybe I won't have to be on this crap constantly. Like at night would be okay. I could handle at night.

Like I had a dream about going back in time and it was really, really messed up and I woke up and...and I wasn't having a super huge freak out about it. Like the dream happened and it was there and I still remembered it, but the panicked impulse to go drown everything in liquors was I guess blocked by the other crap in my system? I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not, but I'll take it for now.

Regardless, Cas don't friggen let me do that crap again. I want it in writing and in public so I can hold you to it.