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So a friend told me about this website, said it was the place to be in the area. Since I'm new around here, I figured I would try it out.

So, I'm Remy LeBeau, comic book artist and writer, newly moved up from Los Angeles to get away from the big city and telecommute. I mostly work all day, hang out in coffee shops, and hike a lot.

How's the world treating all of you, this winter?

I'm either insane or a glutton for punishment - I just booked a flight home. For Christmas Eve. After I play at the label's Christmas party.

Anybody want to dog and housesit for me? I'd take him with me but mom and dad probably wouldn't be too happy about me showing up for a surprise visit with the dog and I can't stay at my house back home because of my ex living there.

Has anyone else seen someone die in their dreams?

Last night I dreamed that Cynthia, the woman who was with me in the abandoned subway, died. I don’t really understand what happened. She was in this little office on the upper floor near the turnstiles while I was doing something down on the platforms. I don’t even remember what it was I was doing down there now. She paged me over the loud speakers that she’d found away out. But before I could get back up stairs again someone broke into the office and killed her. Whoever did it was gone by the time I got there. I’ve never seen so much blood, it was literally everywhere and Cynthia…whoever did this had to have been insane as fuck. They sliced her up and carved “16121” into her chest. INTO HER CHEST?! Who the fuck does something like that?!

The worst part of it is she wasn’t dead when I found her. She asked me if this was all part of the dream. She was dying, so I told her, yeah, it was and that she’d wake up soon. Then she…just died in my arms. I’ve never seen someone die before. It was like the light inside her eyes just turned off.

Then I was back in my apartment again, like I’d woken up from some kind of nightmare. I heard sirens outside. I looked out my bedroom window and saw an ambulance by the subway station’s entrance and watched the paramedics wheel a stretcher out with a body bag on it.

I feel…I feel awful. I keep thinking that if I had gotten back up to the office quicker, I could have saved her. Maybe if I hadn’t taken so much fucking time killing the monsters coming out of the walls on the escalator back up, I could have gotten to her in time.

I just can’t get the look of her lifeless eyes out of my head.

It's definitely being a very nice holiday season! I hope you're all healthy, happy, and enjoying this time of year, as well as our oh-so-surprising change of weather. Re-settling back into life here in Orange County is proving to be exactly what the doctor ordered.

Turns out this place is good for the brain, sometimes.

I got the job. Bartending job. Still not doing Christmas this year, but now I've got paychecks to look forward to. Might not have to move. Fingers crossed.

So apparently one of my younger brothers is pretty pissed about the fact that while I'm looking forward to a nice snowy Christmas here in California they're looking forward to it being almost 80 in New York. He wanted to come visit and I told him that it was up to dad and his mom but they're both telling him no no matter how many times he asks. Or begs from what I overheard when we were on the phone earlier.

I'm not sure whether I should be relieved or not that they aren't letting him come. I know I was just there a month ago but I miss them but at the same time I'm not sure how Tink would feel about me having my 17 year old brother crashing here and there's my job so I wouldn't have time to hang out like I'd want.