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I don't even know what to say. Tony Stark, are you responsible for this?

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Apologies to anyone who may have missed me in my absence since Monday. Apparently I had a "fit" and had to "lie down" for a couple of days; but I am feeling much more myself today, considering the fact that I am someone completely different.

First of all, the second someone finds a sort of cure for this madness, I shall need you to requisition it to me immediately. I'll never get used to these... this... my form change, and I cannot for the life of me get this thing on a proper bathroom schedule. Everything is just falling apart.

Secondly, Mr. Tony Stark, I have something you need to sign.

Regards,
Dr. Cooper

So... I guess I need to check my Dramamine prescription again. I don't remember anything about my flight. Or getting this new phone. When did the ruble change to English?

Man, this is a nice hotel.

Well, it looks like I've landed myself in the Land of Make Believe. Really, the only logical conclusion is that this is a very intricate dream, because I can't explain how I got here and I could've sworn I just walked past a couple of the Avengers. Assuming I am unconscious on the other side, I can only hope that Leonard keeps me under, plugs me into life support and lets me ride this one out, this is definitely one I'm gonna want to remember.

Oh, who stops to update their blog in the middle of a dream? How silly of me. Now, I'm off to see how many autographs I can get before I wake up.

I went into a department store today. I believe there was a sale of some description in progress. People were slightly hysterical.

I can't say I enjoyed it very much.

I'm not quite sure how to process something. I have been known to faint on occasion, most recently about heights. It's an illogical fear I can not fight.

But apparently my dreams have been pointing to something, not that I have any faith in the reliability of dreams. There is no scientific fact. And last night I observed something that made me faint.

Spock. The Spock lives in the same hallway as me.

asdflkj; can you smell my excitement?

Penny:

I believe I am in need of a tour guide. I think it is about time that I got out for my biweekly appointment with a park for fresh air.

Everything is wrong. EVERYTHING IS WRONG. I'm missing everything. Where is my Halo Night? Where is Vintage Games Night? And what about my barbecue bacon cheeseburger? I have missed EVERYTHING. This world is complete chaos and I don't like it. I want to go home.

I must figure out a way.

Captain's Log. Stardate: Sometime in March.

I find myself exhausted waiting and watching over my shoulders. I can only watch one at a time, but cannot stop trying to watch both. This place is different from anything I've ever experienced before. Though Penny is also here. While it is good to see something from my home here in this, well, whatever it is, I find her just as annoying as when I was home. With her here, I feel I miss Leonard and his banality as well. His statement of the obvious, and his narcissistic personality. Oddly, I find no comfort here in my room alone. It seems too big, and too quiet. At home, Leonard tosses in his sleep and if I can't sleep I can count when he falls asleep by when he stops moving. There is no such movement here. I find that daresay I miss it.

Someone send me home.

Captain's Log. Stardate Unknown.

I find myself among belongings that are not mine. This is not my bed. These are not my pajamas. And this is not my room. I have no idea where I am, nor whether I am still on the planet Earth. The air seems breathable; I have not suffocated yet. There is nothing in the room to indicate that I have been kidnapped. I am not restrained to the bed and have free roam over the room. The door is even unlocked. I shall explore some more.

I want my memaw. Someone sing soft kitty to me?