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No, no by all means let them eat cake.

Positively brutal negotiations today. Hours of time in the boardroom, nastiness on all fronts.

I think for dinner I want cake.

God, what have I done?

Theon and I got into a huge fight last night. Surprise, surprise, I know. Is it possible that two people can be perfect for each other, but poison for each other too?

In two weeks I've gone from living in a box--essentially--to living in a house, to having a roommate. I mean, she's 85, but still. It's good for a man to have someone to look after, though I let her pretend she's looking after me. Perhaps she is. It's certainly keeping me in check. I really was a good boy at some point in my life, you know.

Lost almost a stone with the illness. Makes my body feel fragile strange. What the heck--fragile. I feel old. Older than Mrs. Higgins, here. Hopefully the weight comes back soon.

But I did accidentally quit smoking. It's difficult to keep that up when you can't breathe. It seems to be sticking, too.

Since when do convenience stores here care about carding people?

Mental note: ask Arya this weekend how the hell do you post these things so you don't have to ask the eight year old girl next to you for help.

Every time we talk about Jon I feel like our marriage is falling to pieces and I just I need a drink.

Can I just say my new job is amazing?! It's too bad it's only temporary, but maybe that's for the best. That way it won't mess with my college plans. I've already met a million new people and made at least twenty new facebook friends.

If I get to meet Beats Antique I think I might faint.

This weekend can't get here fast enough.

My daughter is coming to visit next weekend, but not to stay over. She'll be by for Sunday bunch and that's all, I'm afraid. I was short notice on my part and I'll take what I can get. I just need to see her more often. I had an upsetting dream that indicated just how much I need it. At least, that's what I'm telling myself the dream meant. ...Not that I'm considering the possibility that dreams mean anything at all. They don't. Dreams are dreams, just like dead is dead. There's no way around either of them. Nightmares, unfortunately, are inevitable; and some keep you from closing your eyes at night.

Hopefully, this book tour won't be the death of me. One more week. I'll celebrate Sunday.

On a completely unrelated note, where can I buy a gun?

I wish Jon would come home.

Alright. So, maybe studying liberal arts wouldn't be so bad. Or I was thinking the art school right down the road might be good too. They have some interesting programs.

[Private to Mom & Dad]
Would you guys consider funding part of such an en devour? Just enough to get me started. I don't think the job at the coffee shop is going to pay the admission fees.

All of today I have been haunted by the dream that I had. It was odd. Really odd actually, it is the only way to explain it. There was something called Starfleet and for some reason I was leaving the Science Track and switching to the Command Track at the suggestion of Admiral Paris?

I think it is up there with the most unusual dreams that I've ever had and I have no idea what would have prompted it. It was so clear too, not like my usual dreams which I either don't remember or not clearly and they usually fade fairly quickly too which this hasn't. It's... Well odd.

Oh my god! I remember when I created this account like ages ago, back when social media was cool. It's so main stream now, but I guess my little sister and parents are on here so that's cool.

I've kind of been giving the college thing some more thought. Obviously my parents really want me to go, but I just don't know what I could possibly study that would be interesting. Maybe I'll take my day off tomorrow and look over some brochures.

LIAR.

No. Really. The dog ate my homework.

I'm trying to decide if I should let my daughter make one of these journals or not. She's seventeen so she's practically an adult. I guess I can't really stop her anymore if she wants one. I swear it feels like yesterday that she was only five. They grow up too fast.

I should have more kids.

Or not.

Lately, I've noticed that there are a number of users on this network discussing their dreams. Specifically, recurring dreams. Is there anyone who would be comfortable sharing what they've experienced with me?

I'm sure there's a more professional way to bring this up--possibly by not bringing it up at all--but I'm poking my head out of this dark and dank den I call a book tour, and it's the best I can do at the moment.

Impulse control has never been my strong suit.

Has anyone else with teenagers experienced this?

I just received a text from Medren, who was upstairs in the bathroom, informing me that we were out of toilet paper and he needed me to bring up a roll from the closet.

Uh..What? No, seriously, what?

What goes on in their little heads exactly? I don't get it.

Who knew adoption would be this hard? It doesn't help that we're on a book tour, but still. Did you know that they actually have a black market for babies? Yeah. It's completely illegal to exchange money for a human life, but they do it anyway because there are too many desperate parents out there who are willing to do it. I kind of get it though. It would be so much easier to just exchange money for a child instead of all the red tape Ben and I are having to go through. I just needed to vent. This is very, very frustrating.

I feel like I have a million things to get done, which I guess I actually do. I need to get down to the women's shelter for a lecture, I have another charity gala to plan, one to attend this weekend and a couple of cases on my desk. I think when all of this is done it might be time for a family vacation. Even the sort that like to stay busy need a break every once in a while.

Anyone have interesting vacation spots they wouldn't mind sharing?

Sometimes I truly believe Murphy's Law ought to have been called Frodo's Law, with one amendment: Everything that can go wrong will go wrong immediately following some fleeting semblance of things actually looking up for once.

It's 8pm and I'm still at the office. I have next to a million things to get done before the weekend and all I can do is stare at this stupid network.

Every time someone makes a post here, I feel ten years older.

My husband Ted said this might be a good place for me to advertise my bakery so I thought I would give it a go. Hello! My name's Andromeda. I own a bakery shop in Tustin. I make the best angel food cake you'll ever have in your life. Everything else is pretty good too, but that's the only claim I'll make here.

So where does one go to pick up attractive, well-groomed, intelligent men over the age of twenty-five? Before anyone asks, I am doing this for a friend and not for a "friend." Additionally, are there available men on this network who are interested in a wealthy, hardworking, intelligent, and rather kindhearted ginger? If so, you may reply with a photograph and a short paragraph on why you should be considered.

Lots going on.

Tomorrow is my lecture at Fullerton, the topic of which is: Neuroplasticity. Yay! No, I'm looking forward to it. I'm just a little worn out.

Irvine and I are in talks to plan a course for the summer session. Oh, and did I mention the book goes on sale next week? Irvine will also be the site of that party I mentioned. Remember that? It's Wednesday night, courtesy of the Tate Publishing. Not sure of all the details, yet. But it appears to be happening.

Yes, lot's going on. There's even more than this ^, but not the sort I'd post here. I only hope I survive it all.

It's occurred to me that I'm not really sure who it is I'm talking to when I post on this network. And yet I keep coming back for more. I think I need more real-life friends. A drinking buddy, perhaps.

Stupid!


Stupid

Stupid


STUPID!!!!!!!!!!!!1111!!!!!!!

As it seems the past few days have been dedicated to what can only be described as "hypothetical" questioning, I am now going to attempt to steer the community in a different direction. Polling.

How old is the average poster here? If you feel uncomfortable divulging your age, you may pick a range.

Not being at the hospital is going to be strange for me. I can't remember the last time I had a vacation. Actually I take that back. The last time I had a vacation was my honeymoon four years ago. I definitely earned one even if the workaholic in me is telling me it's not really a vacation. I'm still technically working, just different work.

What would you do if you knew somebody who pretty much was doing something completely unethical that involved contract breaking for a really really good moral reason? I mean the contract won't be violated for all that long, really. Just long enough. And is it okay to lie about how part of the contract got broken? Ever?

What if this person is uh a classmate of yours at Wheaton? In your contract law class no less? Do you think they should fail the course or go in and argue with the landlord about the reasons the contract is wrong and make up technical leeways to get their way or...

I mean what would you do if someone's property that you were renting got wrecked because you were violating a contract, I guess, is what I'm asking? Is it ever okay to lie for a really good, really important human reason? Or does the law matter more? I'm confusing myself here.

I let her touch me. Rather, I touched her hand. Its all very confusing. I didn't jump. I wanted it. I can't remember the last time I wanted to be close to someone. My sister I think. The last time I saw her smiling, reading to me while I was in her arms. My mother, while we were watching the telly that night. Before the door crashed open and hell came into my life.

It felt nice. I've been lonely. Its good to get out, talk to people.

At least living people.

Does anyone else become a sudden lightweight after a few months of not drinking? Usually I'm a horribly expensive drunk, but I went out last night and it took me all day to recover. I'm not sure how much I drank, but it couldn't have been more than three drinks.

And now to blow some minds, I'm looking for work. That's what I was supposed to be doing today, but then the drinks happened. I swear I'm a good employee. Sort of. I need something that pays under the table since my brother is the controlling type. and I need to stay off the radar I'm willing to do any kind of work since I don't have much experience. Wow. I really know how to sell myself, don't I? Thought maybe someone would take pity on me.