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That last dream I had wasn't apparently over, seems as if I woke up half way through it or something. My brother and I parted ways from the main group since they didn't want him back at the prison. I can't say as I blame them. I trust Merle as far as I can throw him. The entire time I was gone all I could think about was getting back there to help them. Merle didn't understand it, but then again that bastard's only ever been loyal to himself.

I went back though, and he followed. Seems like I was just in the nick of time to save someone close to me too so I'm thankful for great timing.

This place always so welcoming? Few shades stranger than what I remember it being like. Sure ain't Cozumel at least. Could've gotten shot out down there, but not by blasters.

Name's Han Solo. Trust me, you haven't heard of me, but you will. Looking for some new business opportunities around here. Ain't interested in this dream talk, but I am game for talking shop if you've got something good for the semi-new guy. I'm all eyes and ears!

One of us, one of us, one of us!

You know, great as the summer is, I'm looking forward to the fall. Apple cider. Halloween. Changing leaves.

Leia, I get off early today; do you want to get dinner tonight? Han can come, too.

Ahhh, strange question for you, Valarnet.

A few weeks ago there was a caller to my radio programme and I never got her name because my brain derailed at the words car and accident. Bit hard to push Minor League baseball tickets on some poor soul who needs a tow.

But, you know, I'd like to make certain that she's all right, so if anyone knows lucky Caller Five (or if you are caller five), give a fellow a shout so that he can stop worrying?

Urgh, Rory's first day of school. Why is school so early? Ugh. Coffee, make an extra pot of lukes.

...I have no idea what just happened, but it was fucking awesome.

Car's probably a total write-off, but I don't care. Hated the damn thing.

I need more female friends.
Just a fact. :)

Michiru and I clearly picked the best possible time to go to Japan.

Seems like it's more than a little crazy over with you guys.

So, I almost get killed over the weekend and NOW the garage is quickly filling up with... fuzzy... things.

As more of these blasted cars have parts ran by electrical circuits I'm finding my skills are needed less and less. I spent three hours this morning trying to get the timing chain on a stupid Volkswagen to work. I tweaked it, tightened it, loosened it, did everything imaginable. The problem, a fuse in the circuit box was blocking a connection somewhere. Once the burnt fuse was replaced everything was working fine. Damn thing was manifesting like a worn belt so I treated it like a faulty belt. Hell, the belt even had some decent wear on it.

I'm getting too old for this shit.

E-mails, text messages, thumb-up icons, commentary on blog entries, crippled, butchered and slaughtered writing attempts - all of it virtual, none of it tangible.

Modern man is present everywhere and leaves not a single trace behind.

Letter writing is a dying art. It's a pity and a shame.

Okay. What the fuck. I was fine with the dreams, really, but this is fucking pushing it.

Fucking miniskirts.

Guess this week could be worse. Learned a lot about animals.

Gotta admit though, it wouldn't have been how I'd have chosen to spend my time.

Okay, I might be the first one here to shoot this alarm system.

[Edit: 6/6/2012;800AM -- As this was nothing more than a ploy to get a certain person's attention, Obi-Wan blacks out this post.]

Today I can say I entertained the thought: How awesome would it be if this man hit me in the face? And meant it. It would have been awesome.

Crisis AVERTED!
Situation, Normal. As Han would say.
Not pregnant.

Today will hopefully be a better day.

I am home, finally. I had expected to be home last week but a few things came up that kept me longer than I had hoped for.

Leia, Han this means we must have lunch as soon as possible.

Had a nice night at the drive-in, but I could have done without the cars full of teenagers trying to get to third base.

One of these days, I'm going to be able to win a race without someone shoving a microphone in my face and asking where last week's girlfriend has gotten to.

Some people just don't have any respect...

Princess, what time you coming home tonight?

Got something special planned.

I'm not on here to keep tabs on you, Han. I just get bored sometimes. And there's a history trail on this computer. Did you know our Internet was out all morning? Seems to me working now.

The price of parts is getting ridiculous. I don't know how they're getting away with this shit.