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Sometimes getting a little aggression out is just what you need.
I think I missed the ache following a good brawl...

Am I plain?Nothing looks good today food wise. This is obnoxious. Food is conspiring against me and it should be illegal.

Some people can be so troublesome.

Since I'm like...really bored, I was thinking, who wants to parkour with a sexy vampire? I won't cheat, I promise.

Sam showed me this and all I could think is why didn't I think of that? It would have been a lot less embarrassing than my original idea. Or the idea one of my friends suggested.

So. Darkspawn. That's a thing.

For the time being until I get my shit together feel better, Damon and Elena will be running Ciao Bella for me. If you need anything urgent, call me. If not, all questions will go to them.

I am actually looking forward to tonight. Which is weird, but yeah I'm glad to get out of the house and get my feet back under me, as it were.

So much seems to happen at a time when I dream. At the very least, I can easily say that were are all four of us prime conspirators and let very little stand in the way of our success.

That being said, I somehow managed to get a sword to the arm. Fortunately, I didn't wake up with that injury this time around, and the man happened to accidentally fall on my sword after all was said and done. Then there was the matter of someone attempting to poison d'Artagnan using our names (and a plot, in general, to kill him and subsequently us - really, d'Artagnan, the things we do for you).

I've come to the conclusion that this Athos is a jerk. A clever one, but a jerk all the same. He continues to call me "monsieur the abbé" and I can't tell if he's being mocking or affectionate. I'm leaning toward the side of mocking. My dream counterpart's patience is beginning to run thin, I can feel it.

And then I suppose given my former set of dreams, I expected things to turn out rather differently. It seems misfortune is bound to strike where one least suspects it to.