Nothing like starting off the season with a bang.

At least we won. Heard it was a good catch, Terrence.

They say I can go home soon, but if anyone feels inspired to stop by, I can't say I'd mind. Fair warning, I've been a little loopy on the pain meds.

Flat hunting. I forgot how much I despised it.

[Warded to Oliver, Matilda, and Robbie]
The Wanderers have chosen to let me go.

Witch Weekly is aware that when I smile my whole face becomes teeth, right?

My sprog is a demon who has gotten it into his tiny little brain that he wants a pet. This is all I have heard about since I got home. This is all I will hear about for the next three days (which is an optimistic estimate). And I haven't even told him yet we can't get a pet. I look forward to the inevitable meltdown.

I'm currently accepting donations of liquor to get our family through these difficult times.