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My weekend of and I set the fucking alarm clock.

"Good habits" my ass.

Well, there's that. Because of this whole political nightmare I've been advised that any trip overseas for work should be canceled. All because I've traveled back and forth between places like Syria, Iran, Iraq and Afghanistan a lot.

I want to do my job not be unable to do it because of politics.

I'm not sure the ballet company would appreciate if I did anything like this to my hair but god am I tempted!

I wasn't certain at first, but it seems I am having those Dreams people here sometimes talk about.

Apparently my father belonged to a secret brotherhood known as the Assassin Order. He's training my brother and I in the Creed. Or, well, mostly me. My brother seems to prefer wasting his time elsewhere, but me? I am focused and embracing the Creed fully. Also apparently I'm living in the Victorian era, which is really ironic because I've always felt like I was born in the wrong era here.

Time to rework the drink menu at Purgatory for Valentines Day. I don't want to do sweetheart things. It's Valentines in Hell, so sexy is the way to go. Suggestions?