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The day is nearly over and I haven't bothered to get out of bed. I've got a place to be in an hour and there's no literal way that's happening.

Had more Dreams, Central City is apparently experiencing Metapocalypse. Hundreds of metas at a time attacking us. Our former friend Zoom is behind it. Trying to overrun the place. We never seem to catch a break of any kind.

Here I was kind of hoping the Dreams were done with me, but of course not.

No. Absolutely not. I refuse to spend anymore time than absolutely necessary with the Rock of Ages choreographer. I signed on to play Sherrie in the show not to have someone trying to grope me while "correcting my position for the move." I get that it's easier to do it by moving me physically but if my hips aren't right - there is absolutely no reason for your hands to be on my boobs. And there is never a reason for you to be practically cupping them.

And now I'm supposed to agree to "private sessions" to get the number that Sherrie does at the club perfect? No that's not happening. In fact if I can find a way to - I'll find someone else to help me get more relaxed and less wooden when dancing on a pole. And if I can't find anyone else? I'll bribe someone to come to the sessions with me if I have to. Even if they're just going to be sitting off to the side watching.

I usually never answer my cell phone if it's from a number not in my address book. There are people I'd rather not talk to, and plus with all the phone scams these days? I figure it's much safer to just let it go to voicemail. If it was something important, they will leave a message. And if it was about my writing, I live with my PR agent and it would go to his phone, anyway. So I don't have a reason to answer unknown numbers at all, really.

So I don't know why I answered one today. I guess I was just busy getting the groceries out of the car and just wasn't thinking? Apparently my number is a digit off from some salon or something, and the lady on the other end could not grasp that, no, we can't fit you in for a cut and color, I don't know a Tina and if she has an open slot, this is a cell phone and the only thing I can do with hair is a really crooked french braid. When I finally hung up, she called right back and demanded my manager.

Part of me wanted to go ahead and tell her she had whatever appointment she thought she was booking and let her make a fool out of herself when she got there. But the girls were right there, and I don't want to tell them that they can't lie and turn around and lie in front of them, you know?

If she calls again, I'm just giving the phone to Aslan to bark at. She did want my manager, after all.

I guess we're going to have to get a bigger hutch sooner than we had planned on. And from now on, if the pet supply store is having an adoption fair, I'm going for whatever we need, or at least not sending Armin on his own. Not that I can really blame him, they do have the saddest looking eyes. But ...still.

Anyway, meet Mopsy. And yes, this is how he tried to sneak her in.

( Unfiltered, cut for space only )

My Dreams have, at last, shown me my destiny. I discovered a ritual on the planet Voss which allowed me to heal my mind and strengthen my body so I could control the power I had borrowed from those ancient Sith Lords. After a minor diversion involving a superweapon test, whereupon I gained another ally in a Sith Lord who was in the line of fire that I warned, I finally confronted Darth Thanaton and ended his ridiculous crusade against me.

The power that coursed through me was incredible. In the end I stood victorious, and took his mantle for my own.

Darth Imperius of the Dark Council, head of the Sphere of Ancient Knowledge, with Thanaton dead at her feet. And what do you know, all those people I spared and allied with were very quick to pledge their loyalty.

Before I can begin the task of reforming my empire, there was one last thing to do.

I was presented with two options, for the Sith Ghosts in my head. Keep them chained and bound them to me, or release them back into their ghostly forms.

I chose option three.

I set them free. Bathed in light, free'd from their pain and their pasts.

I gave them peace.

I forgot how forward American guys were. I had a guy over to fix the air conditioner today, he thought my offering him a drink was a code for Please remove your pants.

So that happened.

I turned around to give him a freaking water bottle and his pants were down. No wonder he's single.

There's something extremely satisfying about breaking boards. But now I need more boards for my class next week. I hadn't realized that we didn't have as many as I thought. Guess I'll be putting in an order in the morning. Hopefully it doesn't take too long with the holiday on Monday. Speaking of, anyone know of anything going on in the area for Memorial Day? I don't want to just hang out at home and do nothing.

One of the many reasons I love my field.

Archaeologists Brew Drinks With Revived Ancient Yeast