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So far so good over here at E3. I have to say, our presentation for our fall lineup of games went exceptionally well. Didn't hurt to have Tony Stark randomly showing up there either.

Now to take a break, relax, and hit the town for some fun. It's not quite Vegas but it'll do.

Sometimes I don't mind that I haven't found my father, but then there are other times, like when the dream about when he dies repeats, that I wish I could find him. I want to know what he's like in the waking world and if he really didn't know about me. It's just a little frustrating; especially now that I've found out that there are things that I didn't know about my mother.

Ended up getting one of those weird dreams people post about so often.

Nibelheim sucks.

I am so sore. And tired. I've been working so hard getting things ready for the wedding at the end of the month! It's very exciting. Our first big catering gig. And getting the kids all ready to go has been a bit of a hassle, too. Hiring on new staff to watch the bakery while a select few and I head to Scotland for the wedding. Then home again as soon as possible.

Summertime means higher temperatures (frosty weekends not withstanding) so come on in to Baxter Bakery for iced lattes and mochas! They go especially well with sparkling milk. We've got a wide range of fruit pastries and salads for sale, too. Buy one of each and get a cookie on the house!

More dreams last night. Really weird ones. About a magical ocarina. I was kidnapped and imprisoned in a pink crystal. Really weird. And Link was there. Link is always there. I woke up sad this morning. Haven't been able to shake it. These Dreams, man. Really weird stuff.

In happier news? Only a couple weeks left until the wedding!

My father's friend is in the hospital right now. I made the mistake of looking at her chart, and I wish I hadn't done that. It looks really bad, and I'm not sure what to do for him.

I've had these really... bad dreams lately. Booker and I come from the same universe share the same dream space, and I feel like he's the only person I can go to about them. But right now he's got so much on his plate, I guess I'll have to post my troubles on the internet. I'm not sure if that's a kosher thing to do or not, but I'm doing it anyway.

A woman I thought was bad - and then thought was a revolutionary - and then learned... well it's complicated, but it turns out revolutions aren't at all like they're glorified in books. Anyway, she threatened to kill a child. Up until then, Booker had done all the killing, and I just kept him alive. But... it was me. I did it. And I just... I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about it.

...uh, hey.

Just moved from New York and was told to check this thing out. They say this is generally where people meet, but it looks more like a dream interpretation website. I don't remember my dreams generally though so I guess I'm out of luck?

On my way to go pick up my parents from the airport. I'm rather glad they decided to delay their trip, as they missed out on the genderswap dilemma and the freak snow storm. That'd be rather hard to explain in the long run, particularly to scientists.

People need to stop me from cooking. Or even entering the kitchen. I tried brownies from a box... I have no idea how they came out so hard. Like fudge. Not burnt, and not really dry... just dense. What did I do wrong?

Anyone ever feel like something...changed in their dreams? As though you've suddenly discovered a truth, and the way things really were.

I'd be really happy if these dreams stopped repeating. It's sad, because I used to like them, but now not so much.

Aside from the dreams, I've also been dealing with my father who tried to hire a security guard for me not that I need one now considering the whole stalker thing had to do with Zevran, but I can't tell my father all the details. And now my mother wants to come out here to see me. I'm not sure if that's a good idea or not.