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Well. I was amused by the fact that Orange County remains Orange County with returning to strange behavior with obvious cover ups, but now I feel like I should have remained in France.

First it was the vandalism. Will it now be like England with the rise of hate crimes and attacks?

[Grantaire]
You win.

Tonight, more than ever, I wish I could get drunk. I'm honestly dumbstruck at how this has all played out, what it could or will mean for my child, and for all of us in general. What the hell America?

...I don't think I've ever been this scared in my life.

I wonder how Australia is this time of year. Or any time of year.

Perhaps it's ny mild hangover, but I think I've maybe had one of those dreams everyone talks about. Not that it's strange to dream of being in illicit situations with handsome men, but this one felt different. Very vivid, almost real. And I feel like I know this man somehow.

I'm tood runk to be hiungover

I haven't had any new dreams for months. Of course they would come back on my birthday with nothing good for me. A break up and fired from my side job. Now it's just autopsies for dream!me, no crime solving.

Today's been weird. A girl in one of my classes was just quietly crying the entire time, I saw a lot of people walking around in Bernie shirts, a guy offered to walk me to my car 'just in case'...people are upset and everything feels really bleak. Did manage to get a laugh in. Watched a girl ask a guy out by telling him she had a BOGO coupon at Chipotle and asking him if he wanted her free burrito. She wasn't successful.

I have to admit, I am enjoying seeing peoples' reactions to the decision that you have made. Some are quite hilarious. Americans enjoy overreacting and getting angry at things that have not happened, it seems. It is okay, in my dreams, the French are no different.

It is strange the timing. I went to sleep last night and dreamed that Lamarque died. Joly and Bossuet and I watched his procession. We got very drunk and ate quite well. Oysters. I would not normally eat them when I am drunk, or when I am sober, they are so slimy. But in the dream I seemed to enjoy them, as I woke up this morning on a pile of the shells. What should I do with them?

At least I can say that I am still alive in the dreams and looking as fabulous as ever. Apparently I'm Aunt Kitty. Very funny, Carter. Anyway. I really should try a rose-colored pantsuit. I look amazing in it even if it is only a glamour. The silly man at the airport in Paris really did want to keep our Black Kite from flying, but luckily I had the papers...or something I made to look like the papers. Apparently I'm good at that sort of thing.

Unfortunately, the Set animal is hardly that far behind us and I'm fairly certain it's not going to be a delightful time. Set never makes anything delightful. Of course Carter hasn't had enough training to understand how to store things in the Duat without some assistance from my absolutely wonderful self. I'm quite understanding. But also we have to move quick before the Set animal shows up and ruins everything. Meanwhile Sadie is stuck as a Black Kite and that's going to have to be addressed at some point when we aren't in danger of dying.

Naturally, Carter has to play the hero and he nearly didn't make it, but eventually he arrived and we escaped.

In other, non-dream news, I'm tired of dealing with people who seem to believe I wasn't born here and am out to do mischief when I'm protecting other people from mischief and I was born in the OC.