NO EXITS

Done the bulk of my shopping and errands, I think. Now what?

After catching up and watching a few of the newer movies? Fantasia is still my favorite. Maybe because it has a special home in my heart. It was something nice when things in the world were getting bad.

I actually found a print in one of the stores with Mickey from it. It's going to live on my wall now.

...Also, I met Snow White. Do you think she'd appreciate a sketch I did of her?

I have decided that being in the water is the only way to survive in this weather. Honestly, how do people live like this?

Does anyone wanna go to one of the water parks tomorrow? It's supposed to be hotter than fiendfyre again.

DAHJ:

So how's it having a dad? We didn't get to talk much at the party.

The missus and I have come into some cash of the don’t ask, don’t tell variety. Which means we’re throwing a party.

In the immortal words of John Hammond, we’ve spared no expense. So come one, come all, come celebrate our pretend marriage. Better yet, just celebrate us. I have been assured there will be food, fireworks, booze, and excess like only Disney can do.

July 5, 6pm, [location].

Hold up.

Did everyone's room change except for mine? Why am I just now finding out that everyone except for the Birdman and myself received private rooms? Someone needs to figure out how to get in contact with Derleth management because clearly a mistake has been made.

[This is a video recording. It starts with a very unflattering shot of a very drunk Rick Sanchez. The camera quickly flips. It's half Victorian Frankenstein type lab. The other half is piecemeal parts that have been built from other things.]

I'd ask which one of your fucking dillholes have been in my lab, but no one's dead body is outside the lab's entrances.

[A loud belch. Followed by a nauseating swerve of the camera. In a tank, floating in clear fluid, is what looks to be a human-sized Wasp version of Rick. In the background is what looks to be a 14 year old boy in a yellow shirt. He's sitting on the floor, slumped against the wall. The top of his head is open, revealing mechanical pieces.]

Where the fuck did all this shit come from?

[Rick presses a button on a blue box and out comes a blue alien creature who yells:]

I'M MR MEESEEKS, LOOK AT ME!

[Mr Meeseeks's arms are up in the air, daring you to look at him. Rick groans.]

Mr. Meeseeks, close Mechanical Morty's head.

[Mr Meeseeks does, and then POOF disappears.]

NONE OF THIS SHIT DOES ME ANY GOOD.