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I feel like having some more fun. It keeps the boredom away, and any activity that does that is always a good thing. I've known people here that have gone away too. I know it sucks. I can only hope that they are happy wherever they returned to. There's one that I always hope will show up, but it hasn't happened yet. So, I stocked up my refrigerator with a variety of alcoholic beverages. Thinking about ordering pizza too. So, anyone is welcome to join me if they like.

Or I could buy someone a drink at the bar or club. I'm feeling generous today. I've been giving some thought about going into politics. Might run for mayor.. or councilman. Or something along those lines that will put me in a position to help the nice citizens of this good city. Of course that means I'll need a backup CEO for my company, but I'll get to that later. Speaking of that, we're always hiring. But right now? I feel like having a good time, alone or otherwise.

I just realised that Liir's gone.

...I really am the world's worst mother. Even if I never accepted him as my son.

My sons are gone.

One of these days, I'll learn to leave well enough alone.

Then again, that really isn't my style.

This isn't right.

Someone explain to me now what is going on.

...I still don't think I'm ever going to get used to being able to walk.

New York, New York. A city so nice they named it twice.

It's no Cardiff, but it'll do. I hope nothing imploded this time in my absence.

So any of you guys play WoW?

Another day, another person asking me why I'm green.

...I think I'm running out of excuses that don't sound ridiculous.

Well. This is...interesting. I didn't expect to end up somewhere so...urban.

Where am I? Da- no. He's gone now.

This is just bloody brilliant.

Not only was I pulled from my time and brought to a city half way around the world, but I was also deposited in the flat of Remus Lupin!

Ya, ok, it's a joke. A sick joke!

Anyone know where there might be a pub around here?

What the hell.... I woke up in some room that is definitely not mine, this is New York but I can't seem to get a hold of anyone the whole two people in my phone, keeps telling me the number can't be completed as dialed.

I'm...OK I was in Cleveland, training Tweenies and now I'm in New York...Now if I was B' I'd be hating this, but leaving behind pretending to be a grown up and a teacher and ending up in NYC with an apartment and no one yelling at me that I'm supposed to be somewhere. Yeah baby, this is more me.
The bed seems quite comfy, and no one seems to be here, or expecting anything of me, now all I need to find are something to screw, something to kill, somewhere to drink...and maybe some money.
I can't figure out if I'm supposed to be freaked out by being sucked into some other reality without realising, or feel like I do, pretty damn relaxed.

There seems to be a divide amongst posters and residents of this apartment complex, and I am curious. How many people found themselves here without meaning to be here? And how many people moved here in a normal manner?

This is truly disturbing.

When I read Pride and Prejudice as a much younger man, I never once thought to myself, "You know what this needs? Zombies."

This is different, I must say, than what I'm used to, but it seems like a nice enough place, so I am hardly going to complain. It's always something of an odd feeling, settling in to a new residence, but I suppose I'll like it here. New York City has certainly been a favourite of mine. And even with all the floors, wheelchair accessibility doesn't seem to be a problem.

Good Lord, New York never changes, does it? I swear the same pile of filth is just off of Columbus Square that there was back when I was in Juilliard.