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Oh, absolutely bloody fantastic. I'm out of coffee.

That's it, every appointment is cancelled for the day. Trust me, it's for the best.

Hawke, it looks like I can work this weekend after all. The play closed early.

Princess, what time you coming home tonight?

Got something special planned.

I might need to see that doctor.

I had the most wonderful dreams! I was a machine! Ruthless! Efficient! For science!

I was testing schrodinger's cat paradox on bring your cat to work day. The Schrodinger's cat paradox outlines a situation in which a cat in a box must be considered, for all intents and purposes, simultaneously alive and dead. Of course, Schrodinger created this paradox as a justification for killing cats. Nuerotoxin has so many uses.

That wasn't even the best dream. Miles and miles of test chambers and a beautifulwonderful test subject to make go through them!

I need that ASHPD. I could do so much with it. I could revolutionize everything.

So it's probably been long enough that I can post this without making the entire internet about me (which is why I held off, really, not because I'm not appreciative), but I just wanted to, uh.

Thank everybody again for the birthday party. Even the people I threatened to kill over the whole "surprise" aspect. That was just teasing, so if you thought I intended to actually follow through on it you can stop worrying about it. Ginny, I'm not selling your soul to anyone, even if I do intend to still use Fred for target practice.

I hope I didn't say insufferably mad for too long; it was a lot of fun, but if you were there you probably figured out I was actually enjoying it. The people around were actually people I liked. That was more than enough, so I also appreciate nobody trying too hard to make me go to prom. Maybe next year, Mellark

And if you need a good birthday party, talk to Peeta, Haymitch, Finnick and Cinna, because they do a good job.

Who kills a pet because they were protecting their owner from a douche? I mean, seriously.

[Private to Dad]
Dad? Remember when you asked me about those dreams? If I had any? Well, I've had some now.

I may or may not be the antichrist

I dreamed I was giving birth, and theymy father took away my baby.

It's finals week, so if anyone needs me, I will be unreachable. You can leave me messages or voicemails, but I won't get to them until next week unless it's a huge emergency.

Ron, your lack of something to do does not count as an emergency.

If anyone would like to study with me, you can probably find me at the library. Or Starbucks. Or anywhere except my parents' house. I'm still upset with them.

I just got back from meeting a friendfor a date. It was fun, and educational. I was very impressed with what I saw.

[ Private to Rory ]

So, it appears as though we are even on the subject of dream trespassing.

Somewhat related question: have you ever dressed up as a Roman soldier?