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It's a little strange to be back, but good at the same time. I missed it out here, so I decided that if I'm going to start my own business, then I was going to do it out here. After all, what better place for a stunt business than near Hollywood? For anyone who is wondering, we're going to be called Storms End Stunts and we're looking for any stunt performers, trainers, anyone who is trained in sword fighting, weapons and hand to hand.

If you're interested, contact me, Renly Baratheon and we can set up a meeting.

Of course I'd have strange dreams the night before a full moon. A blood moon, no less. Thank you for that, Orange County.

This time I was some sort of giant wolf-like creature. I guess it was a wolf, anyway, based on the dreams other people have had of me, but the shape of it was really weird. Huge and hunched over, walking on two legs.

I chased Lydia and some of her friends through their school, trying to attack them. Or trying to get another, younger werewolf to attack them. I think I wanted him as part of my pack, but it's all a bit fuzzy.

When I woke up, I'd torn apart my pillow. No sign of fangs or claws, but my wife isn't happy with me. I'm spending the next few days in the guest room until I "get over whatever is bothering me".

I haven't told her about these dreams yet. No point in worrying her.

As my wife is very, very pregnant, I'll likely be taking our daughter Daisy to the Egg Hunt this Easter on my own. Unless Romana insists upon coming with us, I will ensure that she gets as much rest as possible these next four weeks before David arrives.

We ordered an Easter dress, complete with Bonnet, for Daisy.

I pity any child who pushes Daisy in order to get eggs out from under her. I am one of those parents. I will not put up with it.

I fully understand why Jim took the ship on his adventure. If I'd had the Dreams that I had last night before he left, I might have been more convinced to go with him.

Now I'm just waiting for the next set. Seems the current predicament in my Dreams has resolved... does anyone else feel this way? That these Dreams are episodic?

I've got work to do. Have to figure out how to make some of the things from my Dreams a reality.

[Private to Pepper]
I need you to find me a doctor. Internal medicine specialist.

[Private to Jarvis]
There's a solution. I dreamed about it. Let's just hope we can make it happen before I get sick from this thing.

Pretty sure the dreams are trolling me now. I want one of the fancy guns in them but I'm getting anything but a gun. Now I've got heavy leather gloves that I'm not entirely sure what to do with since it's nearly summer.

[Thalia]
I'm going to be out of town for a few days. I forgot to mention during our meeting. If you need anything feel free to leave a message.

I came to a decision after helping to kill a huge sodding dragon some of the madness that goes on here - I would like to get back into proper archery. I'm rusty beyond belief and would like to brush up, and then go from there.

Once I heal - have probably another month of taking it easy after breaking some ribs - would anyone be willing to shoot with me or even serve as a tutor of sorts? I've shot for at least a decade of my life, but I am massively out of practice, so I'm not a beginner. More like a rusty intermediate.

I'm not sure why the words "I have to work this weekend" don't seem to register for my mother. It's as if she doesn't understand the fact that some people work on holidays. If I could get the time off to go home and see her, of course I would. But I've only just started back at work. Can't exactly take time off whenever I feel like it, can I?

Just because I'm not moping anymore doesn't mean I want to be set up with your cousin, brother, aunt, uncle, dog breeder, roommate, priest - actually priests would be okay. But seriously. Stop setting me up, world. I don't think anyone here has done it, but my secretary, chauffeur, tailor, and regular barista have all tried to set me up.

Let me have a period of time where I lay around and eat in my PJs for a while, okay?

Hey, we made it all the way to mid-April without a bandsaw injury. Not half bad. And at least this year it was a backpack that took the damage, not a hand like it usually is.

I still don't get why shop class is even a fuckin' thing. Sure, let's take narcissistic tiny humans and give 'em saws. Good job, school district.

I'm surprised no one mentioned the gorgeous lunar eclipse we had last night. I threw myself a little party on my second floor terrace. Drinks and canapes with my two telescopes. It was a lovely evening, just me and the open sky.

My dreams seem to be centered around things like celestial bodies and light. I've been fascinated with these things my entire life. I wonder if that was some form of foreshadowing?

Lunar Eclipse Cookies are on sale at Baxter Bakery! Come get 'em while they're... well, not hot. As they've cooled and been frosted, but... Come get 'em while they're delicious!

Warning: The frosting used on these cookies may turn your mouth black.

Great practical joke for your boss? The kids love 'em! :)

That guy, Andrew Zimmerman, he eats some of the most insane things. He was just eating bull penis soup and in his voice over, he says, 'When the penis is thoroughly chopped...' and I cracked up laughing. Honestly though, who eats this stuff?

I can't believe that my first year of college is almost over. That means, not only are finals right around the corner, but I've gotta figure out what I'm doing when the semester ends. I miss my mom, but I don't really want to go back to New York for the summer. Not only do I like it here, but I don't want to leave Annabeth for the summer. Plus, I'm almost done with my lifeguard course. Only problem is, I don't really have the money to get an apartment.

I also had another dream. Annabeth, Grover and I made it to Las Vegas and we ended up at this casino called the Lotus Hotel and Casino and what felt like being there for only a couple hours was actually a couple of days. So now we're behind on our deadline to find Hades and The Underworld.

Oh my god! We're gonna have to sketch nude models in my art class. I can't...how can I do that? I'm gonna turn so red and not be able to look at the models; especially if they're men. Oh my god, this is gonna be so embarrassing.

I think I have to sacrifice a child in order to save the world in my dreams.

I don't think I can do it.

I will be so glad when all of this is over. Even if it means I move on and I'm gone for real. I just want the dreams to be over.

In any case, Easter is approaching and I have already eaten my weight in chocolate. Mwahahaha.

Let's play a game.

Marry/Fuck/Kill.

Ask me.

[Pretend this was posted this morning]

It feels like only yesterday by little brother Bran was born and now he's eighteen today. This means that Rickon is getting close to eighteen too, which is unacceptable. Only one of them can turn eighteen and it looks like it was Bran.

Oh and happy birthday to Damian as well. It still boggles my mind a little bit that they have the same birthday.