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Well, it's official! My mum and dad will be in Orange County from the 23rd to the 28th of October and they'll fly home on the 29th. They told me they made their flight plans today. They'll be staying in my guest bedroom. They'll get to experience our country's obsession with pumpkin spice and maybe get to see one of the haunted houses in town. There's a Disney excursion planned. Anything else is up in the air.

Someone stole my thermos from my locker today! I used one of the lockers with a faulty lock because I didn't think anyone would take anything, but someone took my thermos. Who even steals a thermos? My mouth was on that. That's kind of gross.

The auditions for Swan Lake begin next week! It'll be a long and intensive process as opposed to a one-off. They'll be watching us dance for a couple of days and then have callbacks. It's so exciting! I really want a spot up on that stage!

The hangover that I'm still feeling today, from Saturday night's indulgences, means that I've come to the realization I need to share some of the wealth from Skyhold's wine cellar. There's enough of a supply to share, anyway. These bottles are all from Thedas - there's honey mead, sipping whiskey, wine from Tevinter that you have to drink with a catsbane powder to counteract the poisoning, black currant brandy, Orlesian liqueur, something made in a bathtub, and a bunch of other stuff but also most notably Dragon's Piss. No one knows what it is. It might be literal.

I've gotten estimates to bring electricity to the fortress, though in the mountains it's tricky - one strong breeze can send the wires down for a few hours. I think the main rooms will have electricity, but most guest rooms will just be candles and wood fires. Hot water for all facilities will definitely be a go though. I guess we can call it 'eco tourism.' There's a throwback to another era, in Morocco, that I've been researching for inspiration. I might take a trip there to stay at the place, just for research purposes and to know that running a hideway without a lot of electricity is possible.

Anyway, this has been your booze-soaked post for Monday morning, enjoy.

So in my dreams, I've known this bartender for about two years. He's nice, really mysterious and has a bunch of secrets. But with this latest dream? I'm pretty damn sure he's my grandfather. And he's never said anything to me about it, and he seemed to know what I was hinting at wanting to ask him. How do you know someone for two years who has stated multiple times that they're looking for their biological family and he hasn't said a single word? But it suddenly makes sense because he gave me his wife's sword cane on my birthday. With her freaking name inscribed on it, which also happens to be my name. And why didn't I see it before?

In other dream news, my dream self has really shitty taste in significant others. That almost-wedding while I had amnesia was not cool. God damn it Trick why didn't you fucking say anything I could've avoided that whole blood-bond thing with Ryan

Kenzi, holy shit I'm so sorry about the whole Ryan clusterfuck. I should've told you right off he was Dark Fae, and I should've told you I called him for healing sex.

[Private to Logan Howlett]

Sorry for not getting in touch sooner, things got a bit worse after you brought me home last week. But things are better now. Lara, however, isn't letting me out of bed until at least Wednesday. With luck I could get back to work on the weekend?

You know those old cartoons where the coyote has a boulder or an anvil land on him?

I think I know how that poor bastard feels.

Six stitches, some sore ribs and a few hello kitty band-aids (thanks Bubbles). Three rounds total and I finally got the win. Honestly I was starting to think I wasn't going to. I'd love to fight her again.

My dreams never let me have anything that makes me happy. They just take and they take. I don't know who I'm going to kill first, the old man or Captain America

So, what's the best place for a man to get a good drink around here? Not too fancy, please, I ain't looking for cocktails and night club nonsense. I want a bar with cold beer and maybe a pretty waitress or two but that's not necessary. The beer's the part I'm most interested in. Cold and fresh and not super expensive.

And where can I get some decent cigarillos? Seems to be they ain't as common here as where I'm from. Or a decent cigar shop would do. Might have what I'm looking for.

I have to say, watching the Paralympics has been quite fascinating. The feats these athletes are able to achieve despite their disabilities is awe inspiring, particularly the swimming. I just wish they would air more of the events on television instead of just solely track and field, swimming and basketball. It would be nice to see how the wheelchair fencing, equestrian, goalball, and other sports are played. It's a pity all the streaming of said sports (what little there is of said sports) is during the workday.

Adjusting to a new school has gone alright. New swim team practice has also been going well. Being home has been an adjustment; especially without my dad there, but it's been alright. It helps that my friends are around and I haven't started dreaming. Now I just need to find a job. I was working as a bartender at a bar near school back East so I might look for another bartender job.