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I've come to the conclusion that I've been wasting my life.

(Before you stop reading: Don't. I assure you, this is not another mopey, self-reflective post about the love and loss and dreams we don't ask for. It's an offer.)

It's true. I've been wasting my life, toiling as just another staff engineer at yet another fortune 500 company with an impressive name (no offense, Mr. Stark), and not doing something real with the knowledge and talent I possess. There's more to life than being trapped in a lab, being told what to make.

So, I won't anymore. As of today, I'm free to announce the creation of L, Incorporated (or, L-Corp, if you will), a technologies start-up that plans to modernize the industry from the ground up. And, frankly, I need you to come with me. I have investors, inventors, and connections already forged, but I need more.

Engineers: Whatever you're being paid currently, L-Corp is prepared to double it. If you're someone whose name and work I recognize, I'll triple it.

Students: If you are in any of the STEM fields, I'm willing to offer a merit-based paid internship.

Anyone else: If you give me a reason to hire you, I will.

Apply now at lcorp.com, but be sure to mention to me that you plan to do so. I'll make sure my hiring staff knows that we've spoken previously.

Thank you, everyone, for your attention.

Dream holidays are so different. Here we are in summer but in my dreams, it's been Thanksgiving, which Jesse and her family came to visit me. Kinda wish she was here in the real world, would make going through these dreams a little easier. Since no one dreams the same as me apparently.

Anyways, it's Christmas now and the girls and I are out having a nice time raising money for rent because you know the starving artist and all that crap and what happens? We get robbed by Santa.

My dreams suck...

More Dreams last night. Things are moving right along in them. I guess it wasn't a one-night-stand with Noh-Varr. We're still together after a couple more adventures. It's kinda nice.

I'm pretty badass. My whole team is. Even Loki. Though, I can never tell what he's up to.

I swear to god, if I hear The Wheels on the Bus one more time, I'm going to scream. I came to get a pedicure to relax, not to listen to a compilation of every version of The Wheels on the Bus. Who lets their fucking toddler run around a salon with their phone? Honestly?!