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The investigation in my dreams just took a turn that I wasn't expecting, but I don't think that the drunk priest I was going to interview is connected to the disappearance of these two girls. Still, he killed someone, hid them in his basement and I haven't figured out why yet.

I almost want to call out sick today since my head is hurting like hell, and I have to figure out what to do with the unmarked police car that showed up in the parking lot this morning.

Does everyone here experience dreams? Mine have been bizarre the last couple of nights, and I'm not sure if it's bad eating habits before bed, or if I'm experiencing something else.

No matter how long I live here, I do not think I shall ever get used to watching people lose their minds over deals that really aren't worth that much. I am glad I do not ever go out on the Friday after Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving at the Need/Want was wonderful, everyone was on their best behavior. I thank all of my employees that chose to come in, and I look forward to Christmas, now. I am utterly grateful for all the opportunities this place offers.

Nikolai
I was thinking of taking a day off. What do you think?

How was everyone's thanksgiving?

Okay, so.

This is basically like Facebook, right? Cryptic angst-filled posts, random updates about what you found in the grocery store, the occasional article discussion about science, relationship status changes, sometimes cat.gifs? Hopefully cat.gifs? But probably less stalkerish and less filtered selfies to judge.

Whatevz. I'm Kenzi, I run a website called Titillations for all your freaky-deaky needs. Yes, those are used undergarments on there. No, don't ask me where my wares come from. My vendors are private. But the descriptions are 100% true. All transactions are done with complete confidentiality. I only judge a little.

What's your music jam at the moment, internet? I'm On A Boat describes me pretty well right now. If your ears bleed at the dropping of naughty words, don't click.

Something tells me that I'm going to regret the curse I put on a child in my dreams. At least, I'm regretting it out here now as that child did nothing to me, and God knows even though I hate my ex I wouldn't wish any ill will on his children here.

Something strange also happened over the holiday, another bleed over from my dreams I suppose as I'm allergic to iron in them. I was helping my father with dinner, and he'd cooked some cornbread in an iron skillet. When I went to wipe out the skillet, my fingers started to burn, and they still look a little pink today. I wonder what's going to come over next.

This weekend was rather annoying to say the least. As it always is.

I do hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving, and a great celebration. And for those who this time of year is hardest upon, as I know all too well; those without families or friends to enjoy a Thanksgiving meal with, just know that I understand and am sorry that you had to go through it once again. And I won't bother saying I hope you got through it alright, because we all know that you likely didn't, not completely. It hurt, and it was hard, but I do hope it didn't hurt as much this time.