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They all drowned
I shouldn't have
I can't
Why would they
Oh god

Has anyone figured out a way to survive without sleeping?


[There will be talk of Hunger Games in the comments! So yes. Be warned.]

I think I've gone a bit

Does the word 'Brakebills' mean anything to anyone on this network? Or 'Fillory'? I asked before, but some time has passed, I thought I might check again.

Next coworker of mine who calls off to go to a Super Bowl party I will stab them in the face. Okay, not literally because that's illegal, but when a quarter of your coworkers call off "sick" and you know it's for the Super Bowl you get a little pissy.

Do they all forget we have a TV in the lounge?

calling off today is almost as bad as calling off on Black Friday, New Year's Eve, Halloween and freaking July 4th.

Who wants to bring me a pizza? Or something? We're on the fourth call of the morning, and I just started my shift two hours ago. And I'm pulling a double because we're short handed. Maybe I should start an IV drip for caffeine. B12 would work too...

I managed to find a bunch of pictures while looking through books. I had forgotten about some of these. Guess I wasn't as done with unpacking as I thought. Now if I could just get used to American spelling for when grading, that would be brilliant. Oh well, you can't win them all.

[Troy]
I'm pretty sure I had a couple of the 'Orange County' dreams. Nothing as fantastical as yours. Not sure what to make of them though.

[Dad]
I'm still mad at

Staying out of trouble?

Okay, so my little Moroccan-themed house is currently a mess because the Dream Fairies decided to literally take a book-shit in my space and dump a whole library's worth there. So many spellbooks and everything and anything related to the occult and mysticism. Who out there is a fellow friend of the hocus pocus and wants to come over and help me sort and organize into an actual library? I'll even order pizza. Or Chinese food, just no dark meat. Or white meat.

( Private to Raven )

I really didn't want to know what all that dream talk was about. I really didn't. This is my punishment for being a little curious, but it's like opening Pandora's Box. I guess it wasn't as bad as it could have been, but who really wants to go back to high school.

I've learned a few things. I was a jerk, I liked to hit things, and an ex really did look like Paris Hilton. There were a few other things in there, but I am still digesting that over my fourth cup of coffee.

Some days I really wish someone here shared my Dreams so I could talk to them about it and have them get it. I'm left so confused every time I have one. Although now that I have plans for the day, I can ignore that lingering feeling from the dream from last night and focus on sorting books.

Packing up the bottles of red and heading out, because really? What better way to enjoy the day than spell books, pizza and wine? Thanks, Zee, for the well timed distraction!

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I had such funny dreams last night! I dreamt I was a prince. Which, let's be honest here, isn't really a far stretch of the mind. But there was a large festival happening, because my brother - Tom! You were in them, too! - was looking for a wife or something ridiculous like that. But I heard the most beautiful singing and followed it, and, what would you know. I found Rapunzel locked up in a tower!

Even thinking about it now makes me swoon. And funny, isn't it, that I put an offer on a property with a lighthouse and them dreamt of a maiden locked in a tower.

Okay. So, just got this thing, kind of cool.

Does anyone know of any great places to get away from the city around here? It's just a bit loud.

Still trying to get used to life without flying. Pixie dust only goes so far with a broken wing. Maybe I'll have to take a leaf out of Zarina's book and try my hand at Pixie Dust Alchemy. Or its applications in my inventions. Hmm.

Oh, and I had more Dreams. Because someone wants to fuck with me while I'm ... It only hurts harder when I wake up, and What is it with people not believing and making me die? How hard is it to believe in fairies? Seriously.

I gotta go break and fix something.

( [cut for trigger warnings; Snape talking about his wife's death... but it's a public post] )

Going out tonight, I think. I don't have work until the afternoon tomorrow, so... might as well take advantage?

I know that I'll never know who Charles I was as a person, but, honestly, I've grown fond of him. Or I had. Considering my dream self didn't care much for the English, Charles had made such an impact. A good, honest man. At least he was to us. I even woke up this morning with the ribbon from the knighthood he bestowed upon me for my aid. Admittedly, the sight of it is a bit emotional, so I've locked it away with the other tokens I've gotten.

That being said, while I'll never know who Cardinal Mazarin was as a person, I despise him. I'd take Richelieu any day, really. And I'm rather sad that Anne of Austria is not quite as sympathetic as she was in my former dreams.

[Friends (if you think this applies, it does)]

Consider this your formal invitations. My birthday is in two weeks, on the sixteenth, and Porthos has just informed me he's taken care of all the planning. We've booked a large suite at [hotel] for the night, where there will be plenty of wine and champagne and various other drinks (please feel free to bring what you'd like). And probably there will be some hors-d'oeuvres as well as vast amounts of macarons. There is a chance, following this little affair, we'll go out somewhere proper.

Either way, I do hope you can all make it. It's very formal, so dress to the nines. I want to hit thirty in style.

I am so tired of those guys on the street. One of them stabbed me. Spleen removal wasn't what I had in mind today.