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Well, I officially graduate next Friday from UCLA. I didn't get to go out like the big sports star I wanted, but I landed my internship at ESPN and will be starting their full time after the 4th of July weekend. Life is pretty good. Hell, I think even my dad is proud of me. That's kind of a scary feeling to have directed towards me.

The only problem with contracting an illness from a dream that doesn't exist in the waking world is that the antidote or at least the drugs that are now keeping me alive don't actually exist in the waking world. When I got sick, I received a box that I keep the drug in in the dreams and inside was enough of the drug for about two months. I got sick at the beginning of April, which means I only have about a month to three weeks left of the drug. If my illness is exactly like it is in the dreams then without the drug, I'll die and I have no idea if it will replenish on it's own because of the dreams or not. I don't exactly want to wait and find out when it's too late that it won't, but I'm not entirely sure what to do.

I know there are a lot of different people out there and I was hoping that there might be someone out there who could help me. How, I'm not entirely sure, but I know that I don't want to die.

Ugh. I don't know what happened, but I feel awful today. I was fine last night, then I had some of those dreams last night and now I just feel ... Really bad. Nauseaus and stuff. It feels like a stomach flu. But worse.

My dad's gone out to get me some gingerale and soup but the thought of eating anything right now make my stomach do weird flips.

I can't believe I'm expected to make nice and normal at everyone, over the bloody internet.

There's not enough scotch on the planet for this.

Fuckedyfuckfuck Fuck-a-Duck fuckIT.

Hello. I'm Pete Wisdom. I work for a overseas company that sells plushies and things with tiny plastic chokey bits to toy stores, for all of the world's ankle biters to gnaw and drool on. I'm here because my bosses think that I'd be the perfect regional sales representative. How kind of them.

I am so happy to meet you all. So, so happy. With all of the absolute...happiness. Rainbows and baby fluffy animals.

Where's the nearest pub?

And show me all of your weird so I can write a sarcastic report and then go light myself on fire.

Well, hi there. I'm Mal Reynolds. Just got invited onto this thing, and figured I could use it for professional outreach. I think that's what they call it.

I'm new here, just moved up from Arizona. I'm a PI, or I will be when I get licensed here. I don't do divorce, but if you need a good PI for anything else, I should in theory be your guy. It's just me and my dog Oscar, so my time is my own.

I feel a powerful urge to start a band.

I can play guitar and sing. Got any other musicians out there? Besides you, Mitchell. I don't mean superstars. Not that you aren't amazing or whatever, but I'm a lowly singer who just wants to jam.

Anyone else watching Penny Dreadful? Cause that shit is amazing.

I'm starting to think that most of my time as a sober companion is going to be solving murders.

I feel like Angela Landsbury. How awesome is that?

Also I have an online date. I mean I signed up for one of those online things and now I have a date. I have no idea how this is going to go. Wish me luck.

Something hinky's going on.

My cousin's married to this English guy named Pete Wisdom, and one just posted online. They don't even look alike, but they act enough alike where I've got goosebumps.

And I tried to call her, but Navi's not picking up her cell, and she always picks up her cell.

I'm freaking out.

Should I call the police or something?