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I just clipped my daughter's wee fingernails and of course it's bloody impossible to clip little tiny things that are the thickness of about three molecules, barely discernible even under a microscope, and the one drop of blood and her screaming and sniffling just about made me want to off myself for being an utterly terrible father. I finally got her settled after some time in the rocking chair and singing her favourite sea shanty.

This might be even worse than the first explosive shit that was the excremental equivalent of that Game of Thrones red wedding episode.

And naturally the sextant with the Pegasus insignia on it, given to me by my brother Liam in the dreams, suddenly made an appearance when I woke up today. It was used to guide us to Neverland and then later in conjunction with a star chart to get us off the godforsaken island. I'm concerned that if I touch it I'll somehow end up in Pan's hell again, but I suppose it is a convenient historical tool for teaching about the art of navigation.

Dream me made it! I'm the first bunny officer, and have been assigned to Precinct 1 in Zootopia after graduating from the Academy. I gotta say that the obstacles they had set up at the Academy were a lot more difficult than the ones I had to go through here. I think it had more to do with my short bunny stature than anything else though. Still, I managed to find a way to overcome them, and make it. Right before I woke up, I was saying goodbye to my parents and getting onto a train to make my way to Zootopia. Not before my parents, more specifically my dad, had this whole spiel about how dangerous it is out there with all the predators and how foxes were definitely the worst. I mean, he had this whole bag full of different fox deterrents. I finally agreed to take a canister of fox repellent just to make him happy.

While it was sad to leave my family, I think I'm more excited than anything else. Being able to go out there and live my dream is awesome.

It's also awesome that I woke up to find that little can of fox repellent on my nightstand. Not that I'd ever use it, but still, it's cute.

I can't believe Thanksgiving is in two days.

I don't know why I always chose the late flights when I go places. I guess then it feels as though the day isn't wasted, it's just going to be such an inopportune time when I land on the east coast.

It's going to be nice to see my family for a few days, at least.