SECOND CHANCES NET

Not that I don't appreciate the gift of a hot blonde and a pretty advanced cellular phone, but Jesus Christ this place is weird. And despite the abrupt waking up with a stranger, I'm not epically hungover. So that's a plus.


I've been reading. Apparently a lot of you already know me because I've been here a while? I can't decide if that's more or less weird than a future me who knows magic. Which sounds like bullshit but there's a cape here that implies otherwise.

I'm...confused. And I don't like admitting that. And I don't want to speak for Christine here, but I'm thinking she probably is, too.

Someone get me an Ambien and call me when it's over.

[FILTER: Kara Danvers]

My friend, Emily, might come over for dinner. I hope that is okay? Her guardians aged down and are sort of nightmares.

I don't quite know how to put this, so I guess I'll just rip the bandage off.

I'm dead again. And a weird 30-something, despite the fact that I died when I was seventeen.

Anyway, very long story short, the only way you're reading this now is because I found an honest-to-god medium in the city who's letting me use her body for a couple of hours, mostly just so I could tell people I'm still around.

If this is my version of whatever aging thing has been going around, thanks, I hate it.

That said, some of you are/were incredibly adorable kids.