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While my upcoming wedding is indeed exciting, so is my other news. Jefferson Chapelier and I have come up with a men's clothing line here at Fayth, and it's ready for purchase. It's a bit like having a child, I'd expect, I'm so proud. He's done amazing work.

If there is a woman somewhere named Regina Mills - she never replied before - but if she is there?

If you come near my daughter or Alice, I will kill you.

Do I make myself clear?

I will accept whatever penalty comes from uttering this. I mean it.

I quit stripping and got a new job.

Part of me is sad - I'll miss the girls, I'll miss the hours - but the rest of me is pretty optimistic. And I got a job at the tea shop just down the street from where I used to work, so I can even still park in the same place.

It was just time for a change. And I didn't want to keep fibbing to Gracie.

The apocalypse seems to have been averted. I won't pretend I wasn't terrified, but we appear to be none the worse for wear. I fear my daughter will need some time, though. She refuses to go to sleep without me in the room at this point.

I feel honored, but at the same time, rather worried.

I love letters from alumni associations. Not only do they usually get the Latin incorrect (a single alumni is an alumnus, people) but they're so optimistic about my ability to donate.

I haven't even finished off the loans yet, for Pete's sake.

Warning to all my countrymen - ( This is a real phenomenon. )

I got a letter in the mail today from the state of California, and I'm not too proud to admit I wept when I read it. It was about Gracie, obviously, and it hit me like a ton of bricks. This little girl has made a difference in my life I can't even put into words. I was just overcome. I think many would be.

I know some of you expressed interest in news, so here it is.

As soon as the papers can be signed downtown Los Angeles? I have a daughter. And Grace has a father.

My sewing machine stopped working because it already had been going for 'eight hours' and it had 'rights'.

Do you know how hard it is to work on a wedding dress when you're doing it by hand?

Right, maybe I won't go to work for a while. I think I'll just stay here and scream at the people on TLC. (Really, I think if you're on a TLC show, they should give you part of your pay in the form of tuition to some sort of educational program. Lord.)

Whomever is making these fireworks or whatever they are in the sky, I hope you're proud of yourself. My daughter is afraid to go to school because of this. Please get help; it will get you the attention you clearly desperately crave.

Does anyone know a woman called Regina Mills?

This may be one of the more arcane questions asked here in some time, but I have to inquire. Has anyone here ever adopted a child? If so, what does it mean when they say your case needs "review"?

I'd panic, but they did grant me permission to foster Grace until the ruling comes down. So she gets to stay with me until they make a decision, which will either be wonderful or the second most heart-wrenching thing I've ever experienced.

( PM to Alice Ayres )

I know a few people had posted looking for jobs, and I actually have a few openings around my shop. I need data entry people, three customer service agents, three shop people, and two floor managers. If you think you'd suit, please e-mail me your resume at lulu.webster@fayth.com. Please let me know your intention to do so here, simply so I know who to expect.

Opening a men's branch of my clothing line is much more effort than I'd thought, but I must admit, I'm enjoying myself. Even the flu wasn't too much of a setback - my co-designer Jefferson is a genius, and I had plenty of sketching time myself.

Would anyone on the network be a therapist, or have a line on a good one?

( Private message to Alice Ayres )

( Private message to Oliver Wood )

For those of you who might be interested, I've been given leave to say that Fayth, down in Mission Viejo, is back open for all business, not just alterations. We are over the blue flu and ready for customers.

On behalf of the Irvine General Hospital board I would like to thank the men and women who continue to work so hard to ensure that all patients receive the best care possible in such difficult circumstances.

Your hard work and dedication has not gone unnoticed.

I frankly don't think I'm going to get better. I'm exhausted, and my doctors simply seem baffled. I hate this. I'm sick of being useless. I'm too tired to even cast spells.

Does anyone on here know of a good estate lawyer?

Those inhalers are like rainbows and sunshine and oh, I want to marry one.

They let me have my laptop here so I don't have to feel totally alone. And I'm sleeping pretty okay even though my hospital roommate snores.

Just received word that they're declaring an epidemic, and quarantine procedures will begin immediately for certain areas. I pray everyone is with their families.

Lily and I have developed an inhaler that can help to relieve the difficulty breathing that comes along with the "Blue Flu." It will not cure the disease, it only helps to make it easier for those afflicted to breathe.

For the moment, one inhaler is being made available to anyone afflicted for a nominal fee. If you have trouble paying what my company is asking, comment below, and I will make sure you get the medicine you need at a price you can afford.

I apologize to those of you who've put in custom orders, but Fayth is closed for the time being due to my illness and desire not to infect others.

Private to Jefferson:
I know you'll worry. Don't. I'll be fine. Your job is to continue designing - Victoria's Secret likely doesn't care that I'm laid up, and they'll be wanting a line for Fall soon.

I guess it was just a matter of time until I caught something, what with all the time I've spent in the ER lately. Pho to the rescue.

I wish that 2013 would automatically cease my 2012 woes. Everyone seems to treat the New Year like it has a great healing power, and I don't know; it'd be awfully handy if it did.

Yet, I don't want to ruin anyone's day. I very much hope everyone has a safe and enjoyable evening. I'll be watching the ball drop myself; I've never done it before, so I might as well see what the fuss is about, after all.

I just ... miss my wife. And I may be slightly inebriated.

For those of you who may not be near a window, there's a smallish meteor shower or a bunch of shooting stars happening. It's really beautiful. They say if you wish on a shooting star, your wish will come true.

We'll see if mine does.

I've woken.

It's weird to say that because I wasn't asleep, but... it sort of feels that way. After the explosions, and the darkness, it seemed like a long, continuous dream, some voices, some louder dreams, but...

A dream, and not one that took a long time. The darkness seemed to last years, and yet moments, at the same time. When I woke in the hospital, I honestly thought I had been out for hours. Instead I lost a week and some change.

And it's weird.

I'll be in here, probably, through Christmas. The likelihood of me getting out before that is low. And, while that doesn't bother me, it's just an odd thing. Previous to last Friday, I was planning on going to shoot simple scenes this week, and then get back to stunts and action this coming week. And now... now it wont be until around the new year before I can do that, really. If not later.

So... I'm awake. And I'm, bored.

Hello, again, Valarnet.

Best excuses for having a black eye, bruised cheek and bleeding scratches up and down your face?

Am I allowed to say Fight Club? Is that still relevant?

And...okay, best responses to the "you're not my REAL dad" thing? Cause I never really HAVE one...

If another "well meaning" person tells me that I should "hurry up" and have children, I'm going to light them on fire.

I can do that now.

I just realized that in a few hours, it will be 12/12/12 here in the states. My wife Caroline knew a lady who styled herself a "mystic", and she always claimed that the day would be auspicious. I couldn't help but wonder if she meant it would be auspicious for everyone, or just for us.

Is anyone planning anything for the day? Just curious. I know there's a fair share of people in this area who believe in mysticism and numerology, and all that.

I feel brilliant, and not just the good sort, but the sort where I'm fantastic and a good person.

Now I'm going to go to work where that feeling will promptly be squashed by cheap beer and men with Roman fingers.

I do wish Miss Skeeter had chosen a better photograph of my chest, but that's neither here nor there. No, it was not an orgy, and no, you cannot have the better photos.

I don't - he can't be dead and I'm so sorry Oliver and everything is so wrong right now. He can't be dead. He can't. He was so kind and

So, I need an edgy and slim boy to model a few designs for me.

It's a punkesque theme, I call it 'my iron scales' because it's got a few chain-mail elements with weaving with the leather.

Any takers? I could take a few guys!

Well. This is new. You all will have to bear with me a little; I'm not too great with computers.

That said. I don't know if there's something I do, or just ask out loud - would anyone maybe be looking for a tailor? Either as a solo job, or in a shop or even a factory?

In the interests of full disclosure, I was recently let go from my previous place because I was apparently too direct in telling a very tall lady that cap sleeves made her look like a three year old girl.