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I got up to go to the loo just now and draped over my bed was one of the banners with my sigil from the dreams. The last time I had a dream or got anything from them was in April. Funny thing is, it's slightly different from the banners at King's Landing. Instead of it being yellow with a black stag, it's green with a golden stag, almost like Loras' sigil with the green and gold. Well, now I have to figure out what I'm going to do with this. It's quite large.

If Emma Frost is around here and reading this ( or anyone can get me in touch with her ), I'd like to meet up with you. Someone told me you are trying to find out what's happened and I may be able to help.

How many people here have heard of a Color Run? Or what they call the happiest 5K on the planet? If not it's simple: there is no winner, no rules other than you must wear a white shirt, and everyone is invited. At the end of the event is the biggest party ever complete with paint (completely environmentally safe paint I assure you!). If you don't want to participate you could always donate or sponsor someone to take part! I always need another sponsor.

Seems that the sponsors and myself are aiming for Labor Day weekend. I am waiving the entry fee but if you let me know I can send you a form to collect sponsors. We are donating all the proceeds to local children's hospitals and the Make a Wish charity. It would be great if all the celebrities, famous people, athletes and the like could come out too!

I have already agreed to take pictures, sign autographs and the like myself.

So much shopping. I love having some space to start preparing for the baby's arrival. Even though it's a bit early, I can't help myself. There's just such cute stuff out there. I didn't buy much, this was more reconnaissance. I've got so many great ideas... let's just hope I can do them all.

[Private to Claire Littleton]
I bought a brand new tub of shea butter lotion... for the stretch marks? Not sure it's doing much good, but I realized when I got home that I've already got a tub my sister-in-law gave me. Pregnancy brain, y'know? Anyway, you want this one? I figure I can bring it by along with some maple bacon donuts and we can have a little stretch mark party.

Since this thing happened I've won the lottery without playing it, found someone selling a Starkphone for really cheap, not been called out for not being Thomas, acquired a bunch of women's phone numbers, and Dante found a diamond ring in the park when we went for a run.

So that's all been kind of nice. The lottery ticket paid for the interior decorations at the Den, so that money can be paid directly back to the loan I took out to rebuild. Which means I'm carrying almost no debt from the rebuild.

I could get used to be a wizard, if it's always like this.

There is a very sweet but wholly not-my-fiance lady in my fiance's body. Because of this, I've not had sex in six days.

It's bloody well starting to get to me.

This week is weird even by my standards. Added to the list of things that went off, a now-dead laptop.

Fun times.

I'll be shopping for a new one soon, I guess.

While some of you were busy getting to know one another in what I imagine is the worst way possible, I, Ford Prefect, have procured a job at night club. My mixology skills cannot be beaten. Come see me at Mercury. [Address]

Dear Nice Lady Who Has My Body:

I'd invest in some cortizone for the itching on your upper thigh. Just ... friendly precaution.

Don't really see what the big deal is with all this body swap business. It's really just kind of fun.

For us, anyway.

Off home tomorrow. Didn't realize it sneak up on me like that. Maybe should have had everything ready earlier, but, it is what it is. Hope I haven't forgotten anything.

And I've got company now. Which is great. Transatlantic flights can take it out of you without someone to chat to.

I'd like to say I won't miss the OC, but I think we all know that I will. See you all in a couple of weeks. Try not to get into too much trouble.

In case you lot were wondering, I was not affected by the body problems, thank everything ever. I do not need strange bodies stretching out my suits.

In other news, I saw the new Proactiv+ infomercials recently and giggled. You don't even want to know what a celebrity needs to do to get penalized with doing those fuckers. I'll give you a hint: it involves shagging people you shouldn't shag (not necessarily minors, but possibly certain powerful people's significant others) while in the commission of two or three felonies. Hollywood loves those infomercials when they're not in them, but when they get blacklisted until they do one - well.

Guthy-Renker is basically like the modern version of the 1940s Hollywood mafia. Which is a bit sad, really.

I know it's been said in the past that Jillian Pufka and I aren't really friends, and that we simply keep up appearances. But this is definitely not the case! Jillie and I are totally pals! Most of the time, anyway She's even coming to stay with me for a while until she gets on her feet down here in the OC.

So, that's right, Ladies and Gentlemen. Prepare for the party girls to hit the town!

Being in this body... it's so very odd. Everyone at work had no idea who I was at first, and I had to get used to being so much taller. I've been... very ungraceful, too, which hasn't helped.

I accidentally dropped a paring knife when I was trying to cut up an apple, and I sliced my finger... or this person's finger... just a bit. I'm so sorry, Turin, Miss Yuriko. It's bandaged up neatly and wasn't that major of an injury, though.

I don't know what the hell I just saw on TV, but let me say this: I'm military, and on behalf of every military man who has ever called his testicles his "clip"? I'm so sorry, ladies.

I'm hoping that this will be over before I start school on Monday.