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My last dream wasn't as great as the first one. I made a mistake while trying to put out a fire at an oil tanker and the people of National City started to lose faith in me. My boss, who doesn't know I'm Supergirl, even ran a story called: Supergirl: Failure to Launch. And she wanted an interview with Supergirl, but I didn't want to do it and there was an alien insect on the lose that could turn into anything it wanted. And to make matters even worse, Alex was kidnapped by the alien insect and when I went to rescue her, I found out that my Aunt was partly behind it all. It wasn't exactly a nice family reunion cause my aunt was one of the bad guys. In the end it all worked out, for the most par, and I got some of my confidence back and even gave Ms. Grant an interview.

I know I can't wish for good, happy dreams every time, but I do hope there aren't too many crappy ones. I don't like thinking about bad things happening to Alex.

The last time I spoke about running out of things to do to pass the time at night, someone had suggested I volunteer somewhere at night. So, I thought I would ask if anyone knows of any place that this might be possible.

I feel as if I should post this for my sister's sake, but I assume many of you would be intrigued by such a stellar invention. Los Angeles isn't terribly far either. Thank fuck it doesn't taste like licorice - I was introduced to the wonders of horchata by my fiancee and I'm quite the believer now.

It was certainly a black ice cream kind of weekend, however. Got drunk, sunburned, and attacked by a kraken while out at sea - the first two are expected, but the latter was sort of an annoyance. I at least managed to steal some of its blood as a benefit from the ordeal. Still, the sailing adventure overall was jolly good fun and I'm reminded how much I truly love the majesty of my briny mistress.

I was out today and came across a cute little corgi stuck in a hot car. I waited a few minutes to see if the owner would come out and when no one came around, I broke the window to get it out. The scum bag came running after I broke the window of his precious car, which he seemed to care about more than his dog. He said he was going to call the police despite the fact that it's legal for me to do that here and illegal for him to leave the dog in the car like that.

I'm not ashamed to say that I compelled him to forget how the window got broken and to never leave the dog in the car again. I was tempted to use his head to break one of the other window though.