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Seriously? What am I supposed to do with a mostly melted sword? So this whole thing is basically like feeling like you're going insane, right? Or is that just me. Also I'm pretty sure I have no idea what I'm supposed to do with a mostly melted sword, but there we have it.

So, Wednesday after next is my audition for the Anaheim Ballet! I've been drilling what I have choreographed like crazy but every time I dance it I find something I'm dissatisfied with. This never happens when I dance. I'm usually pretty happy with my performances once I've refined things. Maybe it's because there's more on the line this time. I don't know. It's driving me up a wall, though. I can't even sleep. I think by the time I'm through with this audition I'm going to absolutely hate Gnossienne No. 1.

On the list of smart things to do going into a sewer does not sound like one of them. Ugh. I know it’s the only way to get through, but damn, with the Wendigos out there I’d really rather not. At least we closed it, or rather, Ashley did. I don’t even know why she asked me a question like that. I mean, why wouldn’t you close it to keep things from sneaking up on you?

And of course we’re going to split up, and I’m the one that’s going out on my own to try and find Mike. I mean, really dream self, these ideas are all dumb.

For the record? Forgetting to charge your devices often leads to lack of communication. Oops?

You ever take a photo of your significant other and just think that the world would be a better place if you shared it?

No, is it just me?

Well, here's a picture of Magnus, anyway.

Also, I have finally told my parents that he and I are engaged. It only took like 6 months to clue them in.

I didn't even have to go shopping ( to get this. )

I have a hard time believing this color was regularly worn in Ancient Greece, but then again the gods are real and a large centaur that calls himself the 'River Guardian' tried to have sex with me in this dream nonsense. Clothing hues are far from the strangest thing. Then there's, of course, Hercules - rippling muscles, brain the size of a rabbit's turd - and he comes to the rescue with his farm-boy routine. Greaaaat.

None of this is unfolding in a mythologically accurate way, but I've done my reading and I know he marries a Megara UUUUUGHHHHHHH and they make some babies before he loses his marbles and kills all of them. If that's my fate, I'm done. I'm becoming a nun.

A day late. But yesterday was nice. It was my first real Father's day with my father.

My welding skills have carried over from the Dreams and I've taken them to an artistic place. Behold my first sculpture. I found everything I used in a scrap yard including the wrench. Who tosses a perfectly good wrench? Next I'm going to work on customizing the bread truck. It'll look a little less messy than my metal fish, there.