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I don't care what anyone says. These last few days have strangely been satisfying. I found slamming heads into pavement is a huge stress reliever. Thank goodness they aren't people who, you know, could have me arrested for slamming their heads into pavement. I might have issues.

but it was satisfying cleaning up around the Cafe.

I might not be a good person. Oops?

I'm almost sad to have planned this vacation to Vienna. It isn't often I get to relish a moment of taking a page from my dreams and laying into some things who need it. I almost wish I could stay. But I am looking forward to a little bit of time outside the country. When I get back it's busting butt for the next match again.

Finally, something similar to what I remember of childhood! Peter, Lucy, in the dreams, apparently Edmund is still a right horribly tease with poor Lucy. Of course we stand up to protect her and think she is truly losing her mind with the wardrobe. That would be realistic too. And I actually go into that wardrobe! It's crazy. It's impossible. I truly believe it is because I'm stressed and I'm going to take a warm bath.

For my money, there's nothing quite as therapeutic as soundly kicking someone's ass.

Kitty, more training, please. Logan, you'd have been very, very proud of me.