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I think I need a hobby of some sort. Preferably of the stress-reducing kind.

Otherwise, I think I may actually end up throwing one of my students out a window next year.

You know, the longer I'm here, the more I like this place. Weird managerial decisions and all.

Although... you know, I'd heard such terrible stories of the American tabloids, and there doesn't seem to be much going on. Maybe I've just lost my touch?

People have been having weird dreams a lot, I guess, and talking about weird dreams a lot, and all, and usually my dreams aren't very notable or I just don't really talk about them.

Except for the dreams after the tarot reading Loki did for me, those were like they were on speed, but still not very clear or sense-making.

This time, though, I think I get what you guys are talking about.

It was a very simple dream about a girl and her horse, except that girl was me and the horse had wings.

Which, whatever, but it was frighteningly real. Enough I could still feel feathers on my fingertips when I woke up. What is the internet slipping me?

I'm beginning to wonder how well I'll get along with that racer/pianist/whatever.

He's full of himself.

I'm really not sure what my managers are aiming for with this.

When they said they'd pair me with a violinist, I was... kind of expecting someone well-known. Not some complete stranger they got off the streets.