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Does the name Bruce Wayne ring any bells for anyone else?

I really don't think I'm doing the whole..fitting in thing right at school. I don't know where to fit.

Show's at 5pm and the first thing I manage to do is blow out my toaster oven making breakfast. I didn't even do anything different than usual, except be stressed out. I'm gathering on this network that it's possible for things to carry over from dreams. I hope that's not the case.

I think am going to work on not killing any other appliances and find what I need for tonight.

I've maxed out my work hours. Need entertainment. Anyone free to play some Mario Kart?

I finally got back to Stefan's agent, or I guess my agent, too. I'm going to do a cologne campaign. It's good money, but do you know how much shit I will get at work? That is a lot. She did tell me they like that tall, dark, and seductive look.

I have never spent so much time on the internet as I have this past week and a bit. I feel useless. And manic.

I've learned that you can take tours of the Armory in San Francisco, aka the production studios for Kink.com. No one told me this and I'm a bit offended. Apparently they also do workshops.

The shoulders doing well enough. Fingers crossed it does all right on its own, because the thought of having to get surgery to repair the nerves is not very pleasant news. I'll need to clock the hours in at the range.

And apparently my dreams are taking us to war. Against the Huguenots. Like proper Catholics and all.