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The mountains were nice, and I got a call telling me they needed me to work on a TV show out of country for a few weeks. So I'm off, not that many would notice, but I'll have my phone with me and my laptop. It'll be a nice change of pace, I think.

Pins out. Headed to hike the Cascades for a few days.

How to fuck with your Orthopedic Surgeon: Pull the pins out one at a time and not even flinch.

A few more days and I'm back to work because I am just that bored.

I think I may have given the poor lady a heart attack, but she's okay now. I just told her I don't feel pain. (It felt weird as hell, but it didn't hurt.)

I'm ready to hit the parties at work. I think I am cheating at this costume thing but that is alright, I think. I mean, recycling work clothes is just too fun.

Sometimes skills from your Dreams transfer over, like, fencing. That was a fun day at work.

I love freaking my coworkers out.

Because now it's easy to let them actually break my nose and make things look more real than fake blood. Just saying, being able to heal it up in a few hours is kind of nice.

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I always dreamed of competing in the Olympics. But, while I had the determination and work ethic, I was not the best behaved of teens. And now, I can no longer compete, fairly anyways. Oh well, right? Those were the days, though.


And now I feel the urge to find a gymnastics place and see if I can pull off my beam and floor routines as well as I did then.

Next Dream, check.

Headache from said Dream? Also check. Ugh

Dreams can be so utterly fascinating. Anyone around up for sparring? I think I need to work out some aggression before work this week.

Well this has been fun. Seriously. I never knew I had such a dark side. But ah, well, who knew? I've had too much fun killing the demons. It brought back memories of the dreams.

This is kind of important, so I'll keep it brief and just stick to the facts rather than ramble:

1. If you happen to come across a glowing green pocket in wherever, please don't touch it. Instead, alert me via private message or here and I'll come close it.

2. What comes out of these pockets tend to be dangerous, they're demons, but they're relatively simple enough to kill. Even so, I'd recommend the buddy system until these rifts are closed.

3. If anyone can fly or has a way to otherwise achieve a birds-eye view of the county and can give me a general idea of where you see glowing green pockets, I'd appreciate it.

Fuck me Thank you.

Hey!!! Who would be interested in putting together a Spartan Race Team? This looks awesome, and we have a few months to practice.

These dreams aren't so bad.

Although, dream me has such a large family. Goodness.

So dream me apparently thinks that "12% is better than 11%" is a justifiable reason to support Quill's suicide mission to get the Orb back from Ronan. Because apparently all Quill has is 12% of a plan ready.

I then proceeded to eat a leaf growing out of my shoulder.

Dream me, I'm facepalming you right now.

It'll never get old watching people hit on me when I go out to have a drink on a Friday night. Then they get scared when I tell them what I do for a living. I might be a bitch but I enjoy the looks on their faces.

Next time I complain about not getting any more new dreams, someone slap me.


Hot damn, I've got a helluva headache. I can barely brain right now.

At least the dream gave me some answers about what we were gonna do with that Infinity Stone. Although thanks to Drax's dumbass idea of speed dialing Ronan, now 'ol Blue Face has it and we're basically plotting a suicide mission to get it back.

There is nothing more exhilarating then jumping off a cliff.

For your job.

I love my job.

The best part about moving? Unpacking. I've gotten rid of so much stuff. Injury's healed up and I'm headed back to work. Honestly, being down for even a couple weeks is depressing. I'm more than happy to get back to the daily grind. I really have enjoyed a few weeks of extra sleep but I'm ready.

It certainly is a very active community here. How wonderful. I look forward to getting to know you all.

I will admit the timing was awful, but what can I say? I'd planned the move before I was injured on set. Such is life, I'm afraid. That's why I was not ashamed in the least to hire a moving company. Anyway, I was told of this little network from one of the guys helping move my stuff. Since I'm currently incapcitated, I figured I'd browse this place while supervising my things being unloaded.

Hello, then, I'm Deirdre.