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Apparently management doesn't have a sense of humor. This is what I saw when I got to work. Some of the customers found it amusing.

So, are the missing socks and underwear going to come back or what? As far as the socks go, all my socks are the same white socks, so I can just pair up what's left, but that leaves me with less pairs than I had before. But I had like four pairs of red underwear that are now gone and I don't really want to go buy new ones.

I'm not sure if the cleanliness of this apartment makes up for the fact that my red undies are still MIA.

Unless somebody cleaned it overnight?

Allison? Kenzi? Lydia?

Another dream, another night. Although this time it was more vivid than the last. I wonder just how real these are. It made it hard to focus on work this morning. I was pretty sure the stuff of my dreams was going to walk through the garage doors. I need more coffee for this.

Also all my laundry is folded. Dude, I leave that shit in a pile when I'm done, who snuck in and folded laundry? even the shop towels I brought home are neat.

Now, I don't mind keeping things neat, but the fact is I already do a good job of that. Why this phantom organizer felt it was necessary to come to my aid is beyond me.

Furthermore, everything may be nicely folded, but nothing is in the proper drawer. It makes no sense to fold pants. They are meant to be hung.

Just my opinion. But it's true.

The dreams have been getting far more intense...and with all the fireworks have been going off, it's the last thing that I need.

Just feels like PTSD dreams but with some really messed up enemies.

Well, it appears we musketeers got one over on ol' Cardinal Richelieu. It was quite a fantastic plan, I think, involving a beautiful fake death for Athos. Then all celebrations were ruined by the announcement that the Queen is going to have an heir and you'll never guess who the father is. Of course the Cardinal somehow knows - he heard her and I talking. So that's lovely.

I woke up to my musketeer cloak, though. I think my outfit's complete now. And "All for one, one for all" is sort of a catchy motto.

[Blocked from other Musketeers, cause y'all not puncturable yet]

I also stumbled across this. And it's hilariously and alarmingly accurate.

The idea that someone's in my place folding and feeling up my laundry is creepy. I think I'm designing my ow alarm/lock system now.

I just realized I haven't actually been at my apartment in almost a week. The migraines seem to have stopped, so for that I'm grateful. I can actually function again and Athos doesn't fuss when I try to get out of bed as much now.

[Filtered to Sharon]
I think we need to talk if you have a moment.

[Filtered to Athos]
Have you been folding everything ever?

Okay who wants to buy me enough alcohol to kill an elephant?

I kind of just set my apartment on fire.

On the bright side, those roaches I kept having issues with are definitely dead.

My landlord's gonna kill me.

Hey, Mystery Folder. Did you really have to leave it where you found it? The least you could've done was put the clothes in the bedroom.

Whoa. Whatever magical little laundry fairy cleaned up my room...you deserve a cookie. At least I don't have to do it. Whoever did it, thanks.