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Day off was spent in training. Eight hours of it. Tried to catch a nap, caught a Dream instead. Fuck you too, Dream. I was actually tired.

It’s weird to wake up in my “old” room. It’s been a while since I have stayed at the Institute but it’s just a temporary home.

However, the California weather is definitely better than the New York weather, so it’s nice to be back.

Are there any particularly talented healers on this thing?

Either my sub-conscience is trying to tell me that opening another club is a bad idea or I'm going crazy like the rest of you. Unfortunately I think it's the latter. Then again, the dream wasn't all bad; the blond was a nice touch. Although, my haircut left much to be desired.