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So life goes on, even in my dreams. Jade found him. Jade found Real Roy, and me, and her, and Lian went to get him because he was actually alive and, somehow, when he woke up he didn't hate me for what I'd done to him, and neither he or Ollie wanted to get rid of me the way I deserved for being what I was, and all the things I'd done to both of them by just existing.

...Maybe it means things can be okay here too?

Tomorrow I'll be unavailable for a while, trying out something new and intensive for fixing my problems, but I"ll keep all of you posted on what's going on.

PS. Yeah I did, and yes it was. That's ally you're getting though.

Hello internet posting board. What's the normal way to introduce yourself on these things?

So, last night I started my second year at Hogwarts. Book shopping (Has anyone else heard of Gilderoy Lockhart?) and then riding the train. Harry and Ron weren't there, though, and arrived at the school late, in a flying car.

And I thought my "normal" dreams were weird.

Apparently the dream me likes bugs a whole lot more than I do. At least, little, furry, rapidly multiplying bug-type creatures. A lot like Tribbles, actually. Sorry, Pinkie, we should have listened to you from the start. I learned an important lesson about friendship from my dream. Hey, isn't that the point?

Back to work again now after the Daylight Savings Change. I wish I could sleep a bit better.

Anybody in this place have an idea where a girl can get a decent cheap apartment or a job that isn't catering to assholes at Walmart? Never mind the reasons but I'm kinda in the market for both these days, since I guess I'm gonna be around a while and Motel Six ? Not cutting it, thanks. I wanted to listen to guys and their high profile callgirls going at it every night, I would've gone to one of those rent by the hour places up the road. Or applied to work at one of their lovely ports of call. Since I'm not that desperate, or that stupid, time to bootstrap myself out of THIS Hell hole, right?

Suggestions? Really fucking welcome cause I'm pretty sure I've got a cockroach in here arguing for squatter's rights.

I'm told writing can be therapeutic. Sounds like a load of bollocks to me, but doctor's orders so I'll buy into it for now.

Since my dominate arm will be out of commission for nearly a month following next week's surgery, I've decided to take up a blog. I can peck out the keys well enough with a finger but I can't write with my left hand to save my life. Actually, come to mention it, I can't do anything with my left except stop a football but there wont be any of that for a while yet. And apparently, my musings need to be legible so I can "reread and reflect". Mental and physical therapy together for the next six months. That's a long time to discover untapped left-armed potentials.

If all goes according to plan, I should be back on the pitch by the start of next season. Mid, if there are PT setbacks. I can't bring myself to think on any other scenario, but Dr. Snell says anything is possible.

Dr. Andrews, the madman with the scalpel, has explained as much to me about the surgery as I care to know. The shoulder isn't like a knee. There's 360 degrees of rotation in a shoulder, only 90 in a knee. And in my shoulder, there's no articular cartilage left. Biceps tendon's detached from the bone. Three separate pieces just ripped clean off. And that doesn't include the scar tissue from the bodged surgery in London, or the atrophied muscles. Dr. Andrews says he's going to try and repair my collar bone in the process, but it's secondary to the joint. Honestly, I'm surprised the club is willing to sponsor this sort of rehabilitation. The odds aren't in my favour.

But I'm determined to stay positive! Hope Solo could handle it, the minx. Why not me?

So on that note...

Hello blog. This is Oliver Wood, documenting the road to recovery. Doctor's orders.

I think I now see why Jack hated Cerberus so much. The facility on Pragia was beyond what I thought they'd do...

What's the point in fighting to save humanity when they've lost all that makes them human? They were just children...

So...

Halloween was weird, and Sandy was a bitch, and it's SURREAL to look at all the photos people got of the damage, and think about the possibility of something like that even happening in Brooklyn. Okay, so everywhere, but Brooklyn, hell, my parents and my grandma are still there, you know? Plus, Coney Island is a mess. and, even though it's not as bad as Jersey or the other places? Seeing somewhere you've lived all your life like that...

I don't really like it. Makes me feel all kinds of powerless to do anything about it, but if there's one thing my dreams have been showing me, that STEVE in my dreams has been showing me, it's that I don't have to stay that way.

Long story short, that's why I'm in New York right now. My family are all fine, but that doesn't mean that other people don't need my help too. Took care of voting ages ago, since I expected I'd be on a shift that day, so I've just got the one thing I can help with. Not sure how much good I'm doing, but it's something, right?

Hate my city being Nature's action figure though.

Oh dreams, you're always taking a weird turn. This time I was still dying and got injected with spider venom. But then I was put into a machine and woke up in the future but I was still the same age.

Parenting. You're doing it wrong.

No wonder I'd be a bad parent.

omg the county clerk took FOREVER today because I wanted to make sure everything was in order after Vegas.

But yes! The paperwork is filed, and as of today I have a temporary driver's licence that lists my name as Navi Wisdom. (I never used to have a middle name, so my maiden name is now my middle name.)

I never thought I'd be so happy about doing paperwork! BUT YEEE. And in a couple of days I get to pick up the New Kitty (she had to have one more surgery on her eye).