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So, it seems like the majority of my friends are married, getting married or in serious relationships and I'm over here, single again and bored. I propose going out to party Friday night. I'm thinking we start at a strip club. Male or female, doesn't matter to me. I don't have to work Saturday, so I can stay out all night too. Who's in?

This whole blood moon thing had me pretty wary anyway. But then I had a dream about tearing my uncle's throat out, and that was just sort of the icing on the really creepy cake.

I mean, my uncle's a dick sometimes, but that doesn't mean I want to kill him. Though apparently killing him makes me the Alpha, at least in my dreams.

This morning I swear, for just a second, I saw my eyes go red when I looked in the mirror.

But I haven't seen anything like that since, so I'm hoping I just wasn't quite awake yet.

Can I vote for a lunar eclipse once a month?

That was a good time.

Well, it's all settled. I've gone down and signed all the contracts, and I get to announce that you're looking at the new face of Warhammer Ale!

I'm going to be doing a series of commercials with them that are quite stunt heavy. I can't wait! Of course, their ale is absolutely fabulous, so I don't mind endorsing them at all. If you haven't tried it, you really need to buy a few cases!

I'm obviously extremely excited about this. I think I'm going to treat myself to something sweet.

I've made the decision to continue my residency at the clinic in Urdnot Ranch. I feel that the people there are desperate to keep a familiar face around, and the supervising doctor we found should be able to teach me everything I'd need to continue a specialization in Family Medicine.

I think, too, that that's what she'd want. Dr. Hussain. She'd want me to continue her work.

Starting to think about names. I don't really have any close male relatives I'd name a boy after, so I've been thinking about my mates. I'd like to have at least one of the baby's names be for someone in my life. Though I think my son would get mocked endlessly at school if I agreed to name him Obi-wan or Zevran.

I swear to god, if one more person calls me the Easter Bunny this week for delivering their Easter crap, I'm going to do something drastic.