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I know I'm probably going to fucking regret this later, but I want to know what happens in my dreams. It's been months since I woke up with this tattoo seared into my back and I want to know if it was actually worth scaring myself for. I mean, do we win or does the Beast just kill us all and that's it? Do we all end up dead because of Quentin Coldwater? This is so incredibly frustrating.

These dreams really know how to make me feel completely unnecessary.


[Barry]
Are you busy tonight?

Science!

I've been thinking refitting the Enterprise. I have most of the specs from memory and the replicators can help with the parts, but it would be slow going with just me and putting the replicates into overload. And I think I'd miss all the primary colors.

But the technological advancements could be useful, even if she isn't as far along as the lovely lady in my second set of dreams.

Does anyone want an old Nintendo? Grandpere found it in their attic when they were getting their summer house ready and sent it to Maman and I but I won't actually ever play it. They sent some games too and it still powers on to play them but I don't want it sitting in the house just taking up space.

Well, at least my country is not going to hit the self-destruct button come Friday. But I'm still fairly certain Parliament will find a way to hit it before the new 31 October deadline. This is one of the times I hate having a government job. Though at least I'm not a bloody politician.

Ya know some people MITCH are very ungrateful, for when someone ME gets them a get well gift.