NO EXITS

A few words of advice from someone who has gone through real life musical moments about once a year for the past five years.

1. Don't judge anyone for their musical choices. Last year I ended up singing a deep cut of a Kate Bush and Peter Gabriel song and an uninspired cover of "I Wanna Be Sedated". They won't always be winners.

2. If you are mortified or hoping intoxication will keep you from belting out a new classic, I'll be having a wine tasting on Thursday. Or maybe Day Five, late afternoonish. Honestly, I'm not sure how we're counting or marking the days anymore, it gets a little disorienting after a few weeks.

Your presence is delightfully requested. For those of you complaining about the lack of clothing options, I have something special in mind to help you out. All you have to do is show up. It'll be a tasteful adjacent affair.



[DR. WATSON & DR. CHAKRABARTI]
        Right, it occurs to me since we have two medical doctors on campus I should probably disclose a potential health issue.

        How to put this mildly? I stole a bunch of magic from a time witch several months before I showed up here and now I don't always 100% reset after each week. One week I had bruises from the previous week, another week when a building collapsed on me I was completely fine after the reset.

        So, if I end up hurt before the week resets please come check on me? I'm currently in room 402 with Vanya Hargreeves. That's all.

I don't which is more disturbing, that I'm in a strange place, or that I keep hearing music, and I'm struggling to burst into song.

If I could turn the page
In time then I'd rearrange just a day or two
Close my, close my, close my eyes
But I couldn't find a way
So I'll settle for one day to believe in you
Tell me, tell me, tell me lies

...Seriously what the fuck?

Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies
Tell me lies
Tell me, tell me lies
Oh no-no, you can't disguise
You can't disguise
No, you can't disguise
Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies