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This is just your friendly PSA to remind you all that it's only forty-six days until FIFA World Cup time.

Dammit! I've started playing Candy Crush and now I'm addicted. Why didn't anyone try and stop me? Zevran, I blame you for not keeping me properly entertained. Okay, so maybe I can't blame him when I started playing it on a break at the theater. Seriously though, send help.

[Musketeers filter/other friends filter]
My turn for an impromptu trip. Something's come up. Shouldn't be more than a few days.

[Carter]
I trust you can man the fort a while?

There's nothing more obnoxious than your roommate coming home at five in the morning with some random girl and proceeding to have obnoxiously loud sex in the same room that you're trying to sleeping, which is what I'd been doing until about fifteen minutes ago when I was rudely interrupted. I don't know if he does this thinking it'll get ratings or what, but I'm getting fed up with it. So now I'm out on the couch trying to get back to sleep, but this couch is extremely uncomfortable. It looks nice on tv, but a pain in the ass to sleep on. I should know. It's not the first time I've had to sleep on it.

I'm up extra early for church, and hungry. Thinking about stopping somewhere for a quick breakfast, but I have no idea what I want to eat. I thought I'd ask on here, see if anyone has any suggestions. Otherwise I'll end up at the same old haunts again.

I almost got Troll-Married in my dreams last night. Gosh, I was so cold. If you think trolls look like this, you're sorely mistaken. They're actually quite pleasant. When they roll up they look just like small boulders.

And they're a bit pushy. Love the romance thing. And they sing. What is it with the singing in my dreams?

My father's broomstick showed up in my bedroom. I wonder if it flies.

Has anyone ever run a marathon? I came across the link for the Tinker Bell Half Marathon in Disneyland for next year and I was thinking that it might be kind of cool to do that, but I'd need to start training now even if it is a year away and wouldn't want to do it alone. Anyone interested in joining me? At least for training. Could always find a shorter, closer run to do before then.

Okay, so this is actually pretty cool. I heard about this once, but didn't think it was actually true. I mean, who buries stuff in the desert like that? It's also crazy to think that at one point video games weren't popular. I mean, when you think of them by today's standards, almost everyone plays video games now.

I think I finally had one of those dreams everyone is talking about. No, I know I did and it wasn't just one. It was a few. I don't know why, but I can bring people back from the dead for one minute. If they stay alive longer than that someone else dies in their place. I first realized I could do it when I was eight and my dog got hit by a truck. Later that day my mother died and I brought her back, but then that night I found out that if I bring someone back then touch them again they die for good. I'm also a pie maker in the dreams, just like in real life. I also own a shop called The Pie Hole, so I suppose it was fate.

Like Chuck said, I brought her back to life cause she'd been murdered and I couldn't bring myself to touch her again, because I'd always had a crush on her, when we were kids. We lived across the street from each other and I also couldn't tell her that her father had died, because I brought my mother back to life. It's very complicated. Or maybe it's not, but I'm just making it that way. I don't know. Either way, my dream self can't tell her that. And I know she'll dream it eventually, but I can't tell her that in real life either. Not yet.

I think it's safe to say that my feelings for Chuck aren't just in the dreams.

This cartoon illustrates why I carry a parasol everywhere. Not that I'm a sexist ginger bloke, but nevertheless. The struggle for we pale folk is real.

SUNDAY. May the Fourth. I'm having a Star Wars marathon. Who's in?

Come to Baxter Bakery for sandwiches this week! We just purchased a third panini press, and can make more sandwiches than ever! Half-price sandwiches if you order a Sparkling Latte. Just mention Valarnet for special pricing on sandwiches, cookies and espresso drinks!

We'll be doing a school supplies drive all summer. Bring in unused school supplies to donate, and Baxter Bakery will be putting together backpacks filled with supplies for Foster Kids in our area. Ask for Audrey if you need a donations accepted list, or other details!

Someone please tell me that what I heard during my shift at the Bakery today was just a fluke and not part of some trend that I haven't heard about. There was a woman about my age sitting at one of the tables talking to somebody and she was punctuating her own sentences. I actually overheard someone, who was being perfectly serious about it, say "And do you know what I told him then question mark".

[Gwen]

What's your Wednesday looking like?

[Audrey]

I know it's kind of last minute but I need Wednesday night off. I can come in for the afternoon if you need me to just switch with somebody.

So much happened in my dream last night. I had died then wound up a Roman Centurion, but Amy didn't remember me because I had been wiped from existence when I died. Amy eventually remembered me as I was forgetting myself, because I wasn't really myself, but plastic or something like that. I had a gun in my hand and accidently shot Amy. The Doctor appeared from the future and gave me a set of instructions. I found our Doctor and we put Amy in the Pandorica, which would revive her, but it took two thousand years. Because I technically wasn't alive, I stood watch. Amy came out of it in the nineties, in a museum and The Doctor and I saved her from a Dalek. Her and her younger self, because the Pandorica needed her DNA blueprint. The TARDIS was exploding and the only way to save the world was for The Doctor to fly the Pandorica straight into the explosion. I didn't really understand it in the dreams and still don't understand it now. Time went by as normal after that. Amy and I got married, but we forgot The Doctor. We forgot him until our wedding when Amy remembered, which triggered my memory I guess and he came back. Of course we left with him after that. How could we not?

The best part, aside from having Amy back was when I punched The Doctor. I guess he was making sure I was really myself and saying that we needed to leave Amy after I'd shot her and me punching him proved I was really myself.

I also woke up to two items from the dreams. My centurion outfit as well as the top hat I wore at our wedding. I suppose they're better than the cell phone I got before, but I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to do with them.

It appears that my hiatus of not working is coming to an end. While I will be going back to the stage in not too long, I'm surprised myself to know that it won't be going immediately back to magic shows. As it happens, I'll be going back to proper stage acting of all things. There's a production of "A Midsummer Night's Dream" that will be going up in Los Angeles and they've been looking for people with a certain capability in magic. Between Fandral and my agent, I've somehow gotten roped into it.

Though I think it should be fun, really. Fandral is also going to be in it, I'm keeping my fingers crossed, of course, that I don't feel like killing him too much after all is said and done.

(I'm joking.)

(Mostly.)