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Well looks like I won some nice mula in the company Superbowl box game. I know I'll have at least a quarter of my office brooding tomorrow and the rest of the employees happier than if it was Christmas. For geeks and numbers guys, I really expected most of them to be watching for the commercials more than anything else.

That being said, well played Seahawks. And it was good to see Morpheus again. You can never have too many Matrix referencing commercials.

I think I need a lawyer. Are there any good ones out there?

I actually found myself saying "Jarvis," aloud in my lab today. As if I had the computer from my Dreams in there with me.

Well, those dreams took a weird turn. I mean, when we're a group of superheroes going after a deranged lunatic from another world, you expect things to be strange. I wasn't exactly prepared for an alien invasion.

For a while there, I didn't even think we'd win but Tony went and I guess I under estimated my team. Truth be told, I'm sad to see us all go seperate ways. But I get the distinct feeling that it's not the last of The Avengers.

Hey Rose and Ianto! Think we could get away with putting one of these signs up at work?

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I need a library. Or a librarian. Might keep my mind off the fucking brainwashing, oh God.

These dreams like to punch you in the balls, don't they? Even if you don't even have any.

Edit: I'm looking for someone good with computers. Like really, scary-nerd good.

Okay, so I know football's over now, but I saw the Saints' 2014 schedule ... and they playin' Minnesota in the Superdome. Thinkin' I might have to go to that one - just not sure I should take my wife.

FUCKING PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT FUCK. I just fell down the fucking stairs while carrying a fucking glass of fucking milk, slipped and went to steady myself on the wall using my fucking hand that isn't fucking there anymore because it got bitten the fuck off and I fucking fell on my stupid old ass. Fucking stairs hit me in the back too so I got fucking winded in addition to getting fucking glass shattering all over my fucking ride down and milk on my fucking shirt. So then I spend the next fucking hour pulling pieces of fucking glass out of the back of my fucking leg and then I'm fucking combing through the fucking carpet for the smallest speck of fucking glass so it's fucking clean.

Fuck everything.

Oh, yeah, and maybe offensive language above, so...yeah.

(ooc: above - something that just happened to me. Write what you know.)

I still don't remember anything. I remember what people tell me but that's about it. But I started having some weird dreams.

I don't know what to tell Jess. I'm attracted to her but I can't...remember.

There is something so deliciously wonderful when the hero, the mighty champion himself, has to come crawling for help from the one he imprisoned. How nice it is to see him so desperate, foolish as always. It's also nice to know that even after a year passes, everyone still feels the need to threaten to kill me. Oh - and such a pleasure to at last come across the infamous Jane Foster, so charming, I see why he likes her so much.

[Filtered from non-puncturable Marvel characters]

Though if that's what it's like to be Captain America, I'm not envious. That level of righteousness makes my skin crawl.

I'm just going to go out on a limb here and say that anyone who buys this product for themselves or their children is a fucking moron and I hope their heads cave in from all the empty space. I can help with that last part.

Hi, Valarnet.

( TW: murder, ota. )

I look like a ghost. No really - pale skin, like sick pale. I just lost all that nice Italian pigment.

I would really like to thank the dream gods for giving me a nice rerun of one of my dreams. I think I've got the quote down - 'You want to shut out the pain? It’s the easiest thing in the world. The part of you that cares just goes away, all you have to do is flip the switch and snap!' My dream self is right.

For those who know - Caroline also turns after drinking my blood to heal her, my bitch of an ex killed her. Bonnie set me on fire, and Jeremy and I talked about whittling. I also learned that dopplegangers tend to torture each other, I don't like werewolves, and I gave Elena the Petrova book. She also used me to get it, which goes back to the neck snapping thing.

I'm getting closer. I figure a month, maybe two.