This is decidedly inconvenient.

I was in the middle of something.

Awesome, now I have a headache...

Mr. Luthor, are there any duties that you wish me to perform? If not, I will settle myself into my new apartment.

Ms. Jes - Mia, I will pay my rent upon receipt of my first paycheck. Thank you for your patience.

Current Mood: calm

I really wish Davis was here right now.

Um...I'd be really cliche and say that I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore, but I'm guessing that's kind of overdone here.

This confuses me.. and I can assure you, that's not easy to accomplish. My scars are gone and I feel nearly as good as I did before the accident up north. I also noticed Luthorcorp is close by. That's a good thing. But I don't favor surprises. I want to know everything about the situation and I won't rest until I get answers.

Nothing ever going on in Smallville.

Interesting, isn’t it?

I think I’m lost, which is weird because I don’t get lost. I mean, other people get lost. I don’t. My sense of direction is awesome. Oliver said it himself. So I can’t get lost.

I'm misplaced.

So no one is going to be pouring their hearts out in song again? That's fantastic.

What was that? One minute I was at home, now I'm, well... in Chicago?

So what's a good newspaper to work for here? I'm finding myself pretty bored these days.

Well, there isn't a whole hell of a lot to do here without Clark.

What th'fuck is this, then?

[Edit] Murph, y'drunk bastard, f'this is one'a yer tricks, I'm gonna make y'regret it.

This is better than jail...

What just happened?