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Any day now I'd love to eat more than just fruit and crackers without feeling disgusted by it. Couldn't even finish my coffee this morning. I have a bacon donut and I can't eat it. This is just depressing.

Anyone who can take it away, it's all yours.

To the crazy lady with the bow and arrow who threatened me on Saturday - I hope you're okay now and didn't actually shoot anybody in the end.

I am glad that Alucard kept me in the house this past few days. I apparently lost my mind in this whole mess. It was certainly not my shining moment. I do hope we can avoid them again, I rather dislike not being able to sleep and seeing things.

Alucard
You are a saint, as ironic as that is. Honestly glad I cannot hurt you.
I can't, right? I mean we should just be happy I have no guns.
And it was only a sword I tried to stab you repeatedly with.

Ghouls. Why did my hallucinations have to be THAT

I had thought just disrupted sleep was the extent of my involvement in the strangeness this last weekend but then when I got to my office the department head wanted a word about the state of it.



Yeah, apparently I must have had a few ideas on Thursday and wrote them down. Umm. Oops.

To the helpful potion maker on this network who so kindly offered me dreamless sleep potions: Your medicines have no effect here, neither on the latest issues, nor on my normal 'dreams'. As for side effects, I cannot distinguish them from a hangover. But you do get a gold star for trying.

In other (not related) news, it looks like the Diamond Form is back on.

Nothing distracts you from your shitty life circumstances like magical visits from the comfort food fairy. Thank you, magical food fairy!

(I know who you are though and you've been doing a lot of cooking, do we need to stage an intervetion?)

I don't even know what these ball things are but I feel like they're getting me nice and buzzed while I maow down on them. I'm going to need a whole case of these.

All right, Valarnet. Moving past all the depressing or the what-the-hell shit that's been happening around here lately. This is the informal but official invitation to everyone to my 21st birthday bash.

It's gonna be at [location], September 23, 9pm. OsCorp is fronting the bill for all the drinks so don't worry about racking up a bar tab. And I've managed to make it all right for all you underagers to be there, but you gotta wear a wristband so the bartenders know you're not allowed to drink. (That was mostly the PR team and not me.)

[Private to Peter Parker, Remy, and Lucy]

After party the next day in Chicago? I know technically SOME of you can't drink at a bar but we can have a good hotel crashing party, and I wanna check out this one place.

After being unable to stay awake for long stretches for like, three days or something, I haven't been sleeping much lately. I've been inventing a lot, and, uh... binge watching on Netflix. Peep Show. For the win.

I wasn't affected by the sleep stuff, but I would have taken the sleep stuff over this little dream sequence. I can't seem to stop this rolling nightmare.

Now we have these things called travelers who don't use regular witch magic. Did I tell anyone that they suck? They put themselves or their spirits, or whatever, into other bodies for a ride-along. There was some poetic justice along the way, but right now I'm about to kick dream-me's ass. Oh, and now the other side, land of the dead supernaturals, is unstable, because someone broke anchor Bonnie.