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( Under the cut, potentially triggering references to death and injury. No filter other than the Gav-lock )

Spent such a large portion of the week finishing up personal taxes, shop taxes and office taxes that I completely missed out on the fact that it was my own birthday, yesterday.

Odd, how little it seems to matter after a certain number of years.

You think it'd be easier to get up in the morning when you go to bed early. But nope. Stupid damn alarm clock doesn't wanna work and then I'm late for work. Again.

I swear I'm gonna get fired.

So, from what I've gathered in my short time here, odd dreams are the norm, yes? Because I am fairly certain that I've had one, in which I dreamt I was a snake? And by "I dreamt I was a snake," I mean, of course, "I dreamt I was the snake that tempted Even in the Garden of Eden."

I haven't told Arthur yet. Likely he'll say something about it being blasphemous but I won't tell him he was there, either.

I mean. I dreamt some other things, too, but the important bit is I was most certainly a Former Angel Turned Demon/Talking Serpent. Which for all accounts and purposes is pretty bloody cool.

The guild I head up, My Little Pwnies, is having a recruitment push because we need more raiders. So bring me your tired, your weak, your rogues, your nerfed shammys!

Or just say hi, I'm bored.

Dream me is crazy. Good crazy, I guess. But he needs some pointers. Real me is not the person who would be able to give them to him, though. That girl at the laundry mat was seriously cute though. I can't blame me for that one.

Woke up to find things from my dreams here. Does that happen to other people? Because -- uh. Awesome.

( Basically how I feel about it. )

I'm not used to staying in one place quite so long. Previous job involved a great deal more travel.

Suppose it's time to find a flat rather than a hotel.

Whenever life gets really really terrible, I slow down, take a breath, and I remind myself: I do not manage Amanda Bynes.

What happened, adorable little star of She's The Man?

Even in my dreams, I'm the fucking bad guy. Guess I ain't surprised. I'm kinda glad that no one in my dreams is here.

Trying to kill my friends and shit. Working for the baddie.

My lot in life.

( Not filtered, just cut for mentions of domestic violence )

I completely give up on trying to be nice to some people. It's just not worth it, sometimes.

Perhaps I've been working too hard, but I seem to be more snappish than usual, lately. Apologies to anyone on the receiving end of my moodiness.