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I usually don't swear this much. But fuck this to all hell. I did nothing wrong and they just let me go because of something I don't remember doing. I swear I did everything correctly. The head won't even listen to me

I have no idea what to do now. This is not going to look good on any resume. I fucking did bugger all! And my assistant had a smile as if the sun was shining out of his arse.

What are people planning for the Fourth of July? I can't wait for the fireworks.

Okay, so for the past few months my cows have been giving this.... special milk. There's nothing wrong with it. It's just that it sparkles. And I can't sell it as it is. Would anyone out there be interested in purchasing it to make baked goods? It's the only thing I can think to do with it, otherwise it is just going to be wasted. It's perfectly fine, other than the fact that it sparkles. It won't cast a magic spell on you or anything.

( trigger warning: dreams of death of a loved one )

I'm sorry, I have to complain a little. What kind of special moron goes out with a coroner, and then declares the date "ruined" when I talk about a particularly interesting autopsy in the vaguest terms possible? I didn't use any medical terminology, I didn't even say the word "blood", for Christ's sake.

I'm starting to think the only people I should date are other doctors, morticians and cops. Especially cops. I mean, if the sex gets boring, we can always go to a motel and give each other attitude.

In my dreams I make a demon human for a moment - just a moment - long enough to escape Hell. And apparently he never forgets it. Twenty years have passed in my dreams, because when I first started having them, dream Me looked like how I did when I was a teenager but now she looks like me and a demon told me that he's still looking for me.

Elliot Spencer still wants me in my dreams and there's nothing I can do but try to fight back until he gets me. It's bad enough I'm fighting shit when I'm awake, but now when I sleep I have to fight too. Has anyone thought of making a Nightmare Before Elm Street type pill that prevents us from dreaming?

So where is the place to be this weekend? It's Friday night and I haven't quite figured out what I'm doing. I could go out on my own, but who wants to do that?

Canes are boring.

Rehabilitation is boring.

I'm so boooooored.

Talking about dreams seems to be the current trend on the network right now.

"I am Loki of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose." Has a nice ring, doesn't it? I'm so glad that we Asgardians are dramatic in everything we say. And my dreams have certainly proven true the statement when one door closes, another opens.

With new dreams, of course, come new faces. I am not surprised to say I recognize some of them (Mr. Stark, always a pleasure).

I just woke up from the coolest nap. Well... Only cool because I take a stand and decide to be a hero!

I woke up right after coming from under this barricade. I wonder what cool shit I get up to!

I'm declaring a hiatus from this network for the next...however long. Definitely until after the fourth, which is going to be Hell at any rate. Anybody on here who needs me can text, email, skype me at Courfeyracoon, or call me and I'll be around but everything's too much right now and I need to be alone with me, and possibly Jehan, Marius, Bahorel, and Enj right now.

I'll catch up with you guys once things have settled down for me, but I have a LOT of stuff I need to be alone with for a while.

Does anybody here dream they're a toddler? Like, in diapers toddler? I don't know if this is a Dream or just a weird subconscious thing.

Someone please tell me there's some good parties happening this week?

And please tell me I'm invited. ;)

Who.

Stole.

My.

TARDIS.

Mug?

I will find you and I will take every square inch of its gorgeous blue panels out of your pasty techie hide, my dear, oh yes. It was on my desk twenty minutes ago and now it's gone. AND it was filled with coffee!

I won't bow down to ransom demands, nor will I sleep until it's home with me where it belongs.