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I don't understand this. In these goddamn dreams, after everything Project Freelancer did to me and put me through, used me and turned me into a guinea pig and even though I have all of Epsilon's memories and I know what they did, I'm still with the program. York, North, even South, were smart enough to leave. I'm the only one left. I thought they would have come back for me, but no one has. So now I'm stuck there, being used again to pick up the pieces of a broken project.

This is a rare Saturday off work, and I have no idea what to do with it.

Entertain me, or tell me a joke, or something.

Well, seems like I've joined the ranks of those who Dream, or I'm just going crazy. Dreamed I was a baby, being taken care of by mutant superheroes, who kept getting attacked by bad guys. We lived in a giant alien spaceship which was parked in Manhattan.

Man, this thing is just plain weird.

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I just want to be normal.

Well I woke up to a bunch of masks in my room.

Happy Birthday to me.

So me and my girl are gonna make things official like. With paperwork an' everything. That ain't gonna change our open arrangement or nothing but it felt like the right thing to do!

I'd say someone broke into my flat and left something behind except I'm sure there's other reasons something I dreamed of appeared next to my bed.

I spent waaaay too much money on all of the Steam things. KOTOR, KOTOR II, ... okay the entire SW collection... and then the Jackbox Party Pack.... and then... other things. Listen, I have a problem okay? I know I do. It's sad and pathetic, and I'm totally cool with it. So much SW though, so much. Fucking thing didn't work right away on my computer though, so I had to adjust a bunch of the god damned settings. That was annoying.

Stupid thing.

I hate things.

Yet I can't stop buying things...

[Private to Doreen]

Wanna come over, play some Star Wars collection stuff, watch a movie, do that kind of stuff?