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Oh, good, my pumpkin carriage is officially here. I was wondering how long it'd take after my Cinderella dreams started to get to the point when I'd wake up, go to the driveway, and see it sitting there. Not a lot of space in my garage for it but I'll make it work.

I believe I owe someone a spin in it, but I kind of want to get it all tricked out. So it doesn't require horses to pull it. I guess it'd be good for weddings and the like too? Yeah. If you're getting married and want a cute getaway vehicle, see me. I can cover your fairytale pumpkin carriage needs.

I wish I could have gone to that part last night, but alas. I am so bruised up - in a good way - to really go out anywhere. And I try to abstain from alcohol for a couple days after a fight to let my body heal. Well, except for the celebatory shots I had after my fight.

It was a great fight and I won!! So thank you to everyone who came out, you guys are awesome. Buffy - your sign was amazeballs. You're the coolest. I hope you all enjoyed watching.

But I'm writing this mostly about how I just woke up from my nap. I had the strangest dreams - I dreamt of a whole different life with vampires and half vampires and some weird boarding school type thing. It was so strange, but my mother and Lissa were there. And then time seemed to pass quickly and suddenly I was in a car accident. I died and I seriously think my heart stopped for a moment in real life because I woke up gasping for air. I'm seriously freaked out now.

Has anyone been up to Santa Monica to try out our first Dunkin Donuts? I had to go up yesterday. I've been missing Dunkins since I moved out here and I bought like five bags of coffee. I might have to take a drive up once or twice a month just to stock up. Yeah, I know you can get them in the supermarket, but there's just something about going into a Dunkins and buying them that makes it different.

Oh, God, hangovers suck. I don't even want to know how much I had to drink last night. I don't know how to fix the problem that got me drinking in the first place. And to top it off I had my third Dream last night. While that dream wasn't bad I know something bad is coming up because my sister is having the Dreams as well, but I don't know what or when, just that it will probably be soon, so there's an added dread to the whole thing. And right now I can't talk to her about it. The whole situation sucks.

[Percy]

Please, don't tell Marguerite about last night. Don't tell her about the fact I got wasted or that I'm scared Chauvelin might hurt me or her, okay? And don't do anything that's going to get you hurt. It's my screw-up and I don't need you getting dragged into it any more than I've already dragged you into it. Promise me you won't.