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So like, Hi. I'm Stiles. At least that's what everyone calls me. Trust me, it's easier than my actual name, because unless you're Polish, you probably can't pronounce it anyway. And even if you are Polish you might not be able to pronounce it. I'm not even Polish, my parents just decided to saddle me with a Polish name. And then somewhere along the way, I adopted my grandfather's nickname, and that's what stuck. So yeah. Hi. I'm Stiles. I like to talk. Sorry. Except not really.

The July 4th weekend is approaching and I want to remind everyone that if you are going to be setting off fireworks, playing with sparklers or anything of the sort that you be careful. I don't want to see you in my ED.

It's a good thing the delivery guy can't see what's in the box. Otherwise he'd be judging me on the quantity of duct tape I just ordered for the garage. Somehow we're out of it already.

With how bad the fireworks have been lately, I spent the last week of June at our cabin and probably won't be coming back for another week at least.

My dreams weren't even a war but they had the same effect.

I'm not sure how I feel about fireworks this year. I think I want to go somewhere quiet, away from the noise.

Dream me is pretty good with kids. That part is similar at least. I have to say I'm a pretty awesome uncle. Not to brag or anything but I've even been called the best on occasion. This was one of those dreams though where it felt like more people were dying than we helped.

And woke up to the necklace I wear in them. These random gifts will never not be weird.