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MY SON LET GO OF THE TABLE AND TOOK STEPS!!! WE SAW HIS FIRST STEPS!!

There's this older man who used to come in my bar pretty regularly, usually twice a week. He always sat at the same table and always ordered the same type of beer. He said his name was "Jim", but never gave me a last name. He was a pleasant guy all around, enjoyed talking about football and fishing. He once told me about this dream he had to go deep sea fishing. Like that was the one thing left in life that he wanted to do.

I haven't seen him in a while. I'm a little worried.

I went to two different bloody Starbucks today and both were sold out of the Mango Dragonfruit Refresher. Clearly they hadn't realized just how popular this drink was going to be this year. I had no problems last summer, but this is the third time this has happened in the last week. Other people need to stop ordering my drink.

I think I might finally be reaching the end of my Dreams. Or at least I seriously hope that I am. That child that Voldemort couldn't kill? He and his friends are back at the Castle fighting him and his followers. Which technically I'm one of but I was tied up by a group of them in one of the towers so I had to sit it out. My Dreamself seemed pretty disappointed about that because of course he wanted to be there fighting with his Lord. Me? I'm glad that he wasn't able to be down there. Enough blood on his hands already.

I just came home from work to discover that this seemingly innocent ball of orange fluff I picked up from a box Friday Night has decided to chew right through my very last pair of Manolo Blahniks. Have you ever wanted to just scream and threaten violence upon something only to look at their faces and realise there's absolutely no way that you can?

Stupid feline. I knew adopting this kitten was a bad idea. Yang, he's your son from now on.