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I still don't understand how it's possible for things to pass over from dreams. I don't understand it and yet, it's apparently happened to me now. As if my mother dying, in my dreams, wasn't torture enough, her wedding ring that she gave me, before she died, was on my nightstand when I woke up this morning. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with it. It's weird since my mother is still very much alive, in real life and this clearly isn't her wedding ring. This is all just too fucking much.

And to add to all of this, apparently I went through a rebellious teenager phase and became a spice runner and for anyone asking what that means, it basically means I was smuggling space drugs. I mean, seriously? Am I the only one who sees a problem with this? Sometime after that though, I guess I got over my rebellious phase and joined the New Republic Defense Fleet, which is basically the space navy. That at least makes sense since I was in the real Navy, in real life.

I think I need a drink. Is two in the morning too late or early to start drinking?

Got a recommendation from some colleagues to post here. My name is Leonard McCoy, and I'm a doctor at West Anaheim Medical Center. I'm new to town and looking for some things to do with a teenage boarding school student since my daughter is stuck here too. Also, any place to drown my sorrows would be nice, too.

So moving across the country seemed like such a good idea at the time but I've got lost on campus twice and I have three classes to make up reading in because even though the class is similar they've covered different things.

My brain's fried.

Also, hi. I'm Peter Parker, nice to meet you all :)

in the midst of recovering from my latest idiocy which happens to mean not doing more dumb shit.

looking for netflix recommendations so i don't pickle my liver instead.