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It's true - I've put in my two weeks at the tea shop so I can help my boyfriend with his store. I wonder if he'll give me double the sexual harrasment speech?

But honestly, I can't complain. My daughter boyfriend's daughter is doing great in school, the house is lovely, and I'm looking forward to working with Jefferson.

Kinda feels like I'm just asking for a bout of bad luck, but I'm really happy.

So Father's Day was predictably horrific. Still not entirely sure I want to go home, to be honest.

Either I've been working at Disneyland too long or the squirrels in the tree by the kitchen window really are having a conversation about the neighbors. Either that or I've been drugged.

These dreams keep getting weirder. Well naff.

Almost got executed by the Happiness Patrol the other night. They painted the TARDIS bright pink, which... yeah, not a good look for her.

I didn't drink last night, so I don't think I'm going crazy? But my pet pig just said that she loves tummy rubs and nuzzled into me and said 'I love you, Mommy'.

That's ... really fuckin' cute.

I just dreamt of the most painfully cheerful girl. I don't know whether I should want to slap her or love her.

...Probably mostly the latter, if her friends have anything to do with it. She's like our princess, I guess

Brilliant. Now I'm hallucinating.

Zora was perched on my shoulder and I was idly scouring the internet, minding my own business? And she just coughed out that if she had a knife, she'd "cut a bitch", all over some true crime report that I was idly reading. Then she asked for a cigarette.

Who was I to say no?

I'm...I'm pretty sure my wife's cat just put me on notice. He's tired of seeing my naked butt.

I was on a walk this morning and I overheard a mailbox having a conversation with a squirrel in a nearby tree. This is almost as strange as the giant mushrooms. But not quite.

My dreams aren't coming true, are they? I dreamed about this guy called Discord. He made the world all wonky, but we were able to defeat him in the end. Gosh, I hate lying.

So, I experienced some smoke inhalation this past weekend when the dragons attacked the cruise ship, but it's not a big deal. Some people were injured far more severely. Anyone who was on that cruise ship, come on into the bakery anytime this week and the coffee's on me.

Also, what's up with the animals and stuff talking? The flowers in the box outside the bakery were singing at me as I set up the outdoor tables and chairs. They have lovely voices, though, so another incentive to come by the bakery today!

I keep seeing a woman in golden armour in my dreams.

I have a terrible feeling about what she's going to do to us the planet, to the people I love... even someone who's technically a demigod can't fight against someone as powerful as her.

( Seiya has an announcement /gif )

So this morning, my cat woke me up in a manner I'm sure most cat owners are familiar with. She swat at my face until I opened my eyes. At which point she proceeded to inform me that she would very much like to finish the book that we were reading last night after we have breakfast.

And so I started this morning with a few strong drinks. Unfortunately, the problem doesn't seem to be fixing itself.

I can't believe it.

When I woke up this morning? No more headaches. No more biotic craziness. I suppose my implant must've finally decided to turn up... I feel strangely complete.

Not even going to touch Reapers in London. Less I think on that, the better.

Did anybody else see the awesome meteor shower last night? Alex and I stood in the garden to watch, it was pretty impressive. Like a beautiful light show. I got a few sketches done this morning and if I can make them work there might just be a little meteor inspired collection.

I've got my 20 week ultrasound on Friday. I haven't decided whether or not I want to know the sex of the baby ahead of time.

Also, I apologize if whoever I snapped at earlier is on this network. But, in my defense, it really is NOT your dog's business whose baby I'm carrying. Not sure why he asked in the first place.

Can the animals stop talking now?

Well, then... every animal in the area starts talking exactly when my dog from the dreams shows up? I think he planned this one. I definitely think he did.

It seems I have a new member of my family. Mouse, a Tibetan Temple Dog, was quite amused to find I had a daughter here, and immediately greeted her, and me, with appropriate enthusiasm. It's good to see him, even if the bruises from being bowled over will take a day to fade.

So we're clearly not the only ones this is happening to, but Ghost and Shadow have been talking non-stop all day. They're very keen on the ninjas idea, though somewhat worryingly excited about all the ninja assassinations they seem to think they'll be doing. I think we should stop their ninja training, Miguel. Also, have you gone to see Altivo today? Has he been talking?

How is everyone else dealing with the talking animals?

We have no reason to believe that the phenomenon that started today is malicious. As with most things that happen around here I'm sure it will be over in a few days.

TURIN TURAMBAR, YOU HAVE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO!!!!

YOU HAVE BEEN CORDIALLY INVITED
TO THE WEDDING RECEPTION OF
TENOH HARUKA & KAIOH MICHIRU.
( Rest of the invite after cut )

Sooo apparently my kitten is grateful I saved him from the shelter and says he hopes one of my friends adopts his little sister. I finally decided to name him Hades. He seems to like it. He keeps asking for more tuna. I can't even begin to describe how weird this is.

Then my coffee pot yelled at me because I don't use it enough and instead opt for Starbucks.

I just got talked into adopting a cat.

By the cat.

Imagine having an actual discussion with a cat about why he has to be neutered ( probably not safe for work )

I will say, however, that dogs going under anesthetic and coming out of it are the most hilarious thing that I have ever heard, and all the surgeries went smoothly, so there's that. Having my cat berate me for forgetting to change the litter this morning on the way to work though, is something it'll take some getting used to.

How's everybody else in this?

Bruce, sweetie. You really need to take better care of Dexter, okay? He's so hungry, and you never let him peer review your papers.

You're hurting his feelings.

Just saying that I'm really glad I don't have any pets. Nice to avoid some sort of madness anyway I can.

Sort of related (I guess? More on a political stand point than weird happenings), I think I'm going to take up journalism again. More seriously, this time, like I wanted to years ago. I know it sounds cliche, but I'll thank my dreams for my new conviction. My dream-self is pretty stubborn when he gets his mind set on things, I think I could use some of that in my day-to-day life.

Fingers crossed it works well and all.

It has come to my attention that my cats have adopted me as their kitten. They believe that I'm an exceptionally large and stupid young cat, who cannot kill her own food.

I'm so tempted to kill a mouse in front of them just to prove I can, which probably says some terrible things about my patience and ability to withstand peer pressure from talking animals.

To be honest, this whole talking animal thing would be a lot stranger had I not already had a conversation with a bat two weeks ago. I've heard that some objects that are supposed to be inanimate are talking too. So help me god if my guitar starts talking again.

Of course as soon as my daughter saw a talking animal, now she wants one. I'm not sure she's old enough to have the responsibility of looking after it. Which means her parents would have to.

I don't know, it might be worth it. It looks like this is happening all over though. At least the cat didn't teach her any bad manners, I suppose.

Also it seems like the Doctor tends to 'accidentally' put me in harms way a good deal of the time. In this dream I hadn't been kidnapped, but he did accidentally launch me into space in a pod going to a planet that was going to explode. So thank you for that.

It's a bit odd, but all of these aliens seem like they were made out of styrofoam and latex. And possibly bubble wrap. Good grief.

[Severus]
Shall we get this cat?

Oh goodness, I think I need some um.. help? Or earmuffs.

They won't stop talking. And I've got quite a number of them. But they're hurting my ears. I've asked them to be quiet, but they won't. I guess this is what I get for having too many cats. I don't think I'll get any sleep tonight.

Any way to make them be quiet?

I do not understand. This is not normal mammalian or aviary behavior.

There is no ball I need to be prepared for.

Why are they making me a suit? Gabriel send help.