[12:00:33, 18/7/13]
Is it recording?
Yes, but
Good. Okay you ugly motherfucker, just what the hell are you?...I asked you a question!
Annalee, this is crazy.
Listen to me Danny, this thing isn't a proxy, it isn't human, now shut up and record. Why are you here?
Georgia...Summers...
Excuse me.
Where is she?
She's dead you piece of shit.
Where's the antidote?
The antidote?
Danny shut up.
You...you're going to help me.
Like hell I'm going to help you. Why did you come back here, huh?
You know this guy?
Danny I'm not going to tell you again.
I can't die...not supposed to die.
Why does morning star want you dead?
Morning star? You told morning star I was here?
No I
[audio confusion]
Holy shit! Annalee that was the land mine!
I know! Shut the fuck up Danny.
He's coming! He's coming and he's going to kill me!
We're going to have to move this along, sorry but rough luck.
[screams]
Annalee! That's Jaime!
Danny for the love of God shut your trap!
[audio confusion]
Put your hands up and get on the Ground. One Warning.
Holy fuck!
[screams]
Holy fuck! Holy fuck! What did you just do? Holy fuck Annalee you just...did you just kill a cop? Shit Annalee...Annalee are you listening?
Guess I was wrong...Then again...I'll deal with him later.
Deal with him later? Is this what we're doing now? Killing police officers.
That thing isn't a police officer. Hand me the scalpel.
He'll kill me! Dammit he'll kill me!
Put a sock in it!
[screams%&*Audi0c@nfusion]
Oh god make it stop.
WHAT ARE YOU DEAF?
[gunshots]
My goodness. How the mighty have fallen.
DON'T TOUCH ME. DON'T LET HIM TOUCH ME.
STAY DEAD. WHY WON'T YOU STAY DEAD YOU FUCK?
DANNY GET IN THE GODDAMN STOREROO
[END]
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
So I Finally Got Shot.
I knew it was only a matter of time until it happened, but now that it has I'm not sure exactly what to say on the matter other then it caught me completely off guard and goddamn does it hurt like a bitch. Believe it or not it wasn't a proxy, or I guess it was, I'm still a little unclear on the whole matter. Annalee hasn't said much.
I'm getting ahead of myself though, it's just...Man has it been a rough couple of days.
So here's a fun way to wake up in the morning. You open your eyes to see a group of masked dudes covered in tatoos with machine guns and machete's that are all pointed in your general direction.
I don't know if I've mentioned this before but Annalee has a very impressive arsenal. You wouldn't guess it but she's got some fire power that for the longest time I had no idea how she came by it legally. Until yesterday when it became painfully clear that she didn't come by it legally. Turns out she's been buying guns from gangs she's been conning in the Las Vegas area, and yes that is plural as in she's been buying guns from competing gangs, which is why yesterday morning I woke up with guns pointed in my general direction and a lot of angry teenagers screaming at me in Spanish.
There must have been about five or six of them, but they all looked between the ages of 15 and 20. They all had shaved heads and these really gnarly looking tattoos. I swear for a second I thought they were proxies.
The leader, Jaime, kid about seventeen was looking for Annalee because as he put it elegantly, "We're going to fucking rip her apart." Which when you're getting the crap beat out of you, is kind of a hard argument to fight.
The reason Annalee made off with a lot of these guy's shit without ever getting caught was because not only did she live in the middle of nowhere in the desert, but she's got a knack for disappearing and I won't lie and say I don't think Slendy has anything to do with it. There definitely seem to be some sources that have lead to her managing to evade the peril of people outside His control.
Jaime however, apparently was tipped off that this was the place she was at. He had me strapped to a chair and beaten senseless, as is often the case, and then tore apart the shack looking for Annalee. It didn't take him too long to find her, because to my surprise she wasn't exactly hiding. She was holed up in her operating room, asleep under her table with a bunch of paper work. They dragged her out and held her up execution style. She didn't seem all that impressed though.
I couldn't pick up a ton of their conversation because unfortunately it was in Spanish. Whatever Annalee was saying though it definitely had Jaime pissed off. He kept shouting and pointing at her and me, and then this one guy in a ski mask who I guess was like his right hand man? Eventually he got sick of Annalee's shit, and backhanded her. When he did that, he was close enough for her to trip him, he fell forward, which was her cue to rip her hands free, and turn the tables, holding him up at gun point.
Then she said something along the lines of "You don't fuck with me."
It was then right hand man went for her, and everything dissolved into chaos. They all but mobbed her, holding her down, which left me some space to escape. If there's one thing Annalee's taught me after getting caught so much, it's how to escape from rope.
I got loose and managed to shoot a couple guys in the head, and one guy in the back, and Annalee had already put one out of commission, so all this left was Jaime and his right hand dude. I was a little surprised by how close Annalee came with these dudes, but as she was fighting them I guess she noticed something because all of a sudden she looked really freaked out. She suddenly right-hooked the guy in a ski-mask and ripped his mask off.
This is where shit gets a little weird. The guy underneath the mask had this sick black growth coming out of the side of his head, and his eyes were totally dead. You know movies where like an alien monster latches on to somebody's head and controls them, that's pretty much what this dude looked like. This was enough to freak Jaime the hell out, and he started screaming "Que es eso!? Answer me bitch!" over and over.
Annalee seemed to know what was up though. I remember her asking the right hand man what he thought he was doing taking advantage of kids, to which he responded that she didn't really have any room to talk. She made a move to knock him out, but then his gun went off and it somehow ended in me getting shot.
So now, here I am, typing to you as I lay on Annalee's filthy as fuck operating table that was until now exclusively for dead people. She already took the bullet out and bandaged me up but fuck it hurts.
Jaime is chained up in the kitchen, still screaming mind you, and Annalee's got the proxy locked up in the cellar. She says we're going to interrogate him, so you can have that to expect.
We're all cool though, not too bad. Jaime fucked up the side of Annalee's face, but she didn't seem too concerned. We might get some good information out of this, so make due with what you got I suppose.
Hope the rest of you are doing alright too.
I'm getting ahead of myself though, it's just...Man has it been a rough couple of days.
So here's a fun way to wake up in the morning. You open your eyes to see a group of masked dudes covered in tatoos with machine guns and machete's that are all pointed in your general direction.
I don't know if I've mentioned this before but Annalee has a very impressive arsenal. You wouldn't guess it but she's got some fire power that for the longest time I had no idea how she came by it legally. Until yesterday when it became painfully clear that she didn't come by it legally. Turns out she's been buying guns from gangs she's been conning in the Las Vegas area, and yes that is plural as in she's been buying guns from competing gangs, which is why yesterday morning I woke up with guns pointed in my general direction and a lot of angry teenagers screaming at me in Spanish.
There must have been about five or six of them, but they all looked between the ages of 15 and 20. They all had shaved heads and these really gnarly looking tattoos. I swear for a second I thought they were proxies.
The leader, Jaime, kid about seventeen was looking for Annalee because as he put it elegantly, "We're going to fucking rip her apart." Which when you're getting the crap beat out of you, is kind of a hard argument to fight.
The reason Annalee made off with a lot of these guy's shit without ever getting caught was because not only did she live in the middle of nowhere in the desert, but she's got a knack for disappearing and I won't lie and say I don't think Slendy has anything to do with it. There definitely seem to be some sources that have lead to her managing to evade the peril of people outside His control.
Jaime however, apparently was tipped off that this was the place she was at. He had me strapped to a chair and beaten senseless, as is often the case, and then tore apart the shack looking for Annalee. It didn't take him too long to find her, because to my surprise she wasn't exactly hiding. She was holed up in her operating room, asleep under her table with a bunch of paper work. They dragged her out and held her up execution style. She didn't seem all that impressed though.
I couldn't pick up a ton of their conversation because unfortunately it was in Spanish. Whatever Annalee was saying though it definitely had Jaime pissed off. He kept shouting and pointing at her and me, and then this one guy in a ski mask who I guess was like his right hand man? Eventually he got sick of Annalee's shit, and backhanded her. When he did that, he was close enough for her to trip him, he fell forward, which was her cue to rip her hands free, and turn the tables, holding him up at gun point.
Then she said something along the lines of "You don't fuck with me."
It was then right hand man went for her, and everything dissolved into chaos. They all but mobbed her, holding her down, which left me some space to escape. If there's one thing Annalee's taught me after getting caught so much, it's how to escape from rope.
I got loose and managed to shoot a couple guys in the head, and one guy in the back, and Annalee had already put one out of commission, so all this left was Jaime and his right hand dude. I was a little surprised by how close Annalee came with these dudes, but as she was fighting them I guess she noticed something because all of a sudden she looked really freaked out. She suddenly right-hooked the guy in a ski-mask and ripped his mask off.
This is where shit gets a little weird. The guy underneath the mask had this sick black growth coming out of the side of his head, and his eyes were totally dead. You know movies where like an alien monster latches on to somebody's head and controls them, that's pretty much what this dude looked like. This was enough to freak Jaime the hell out, and he started screaming "Que es eso!? Answer me bitch!" over and over.
Annalee seemed to know what was up though. I remember her asking the right hand man what he thought he was doing taking advantage of kids, to which he responded that she didn't really have any room to talk. She made a move to knock him out, but then his gun went off and it somehow ended in me getting shot.
So now, here I am, typing to you as I lay on Annalee's filthy as fuck operating table that was until now exclusively for dead people. She already took the bullet out and bandaged me up but fuck it hurts.
Jaime is chained up in the kitchen, still screaming mind you, and Annalee's got the proxy locked up in the cellar. She says we're going to interrogate him, so you can have that to expect.
We're all cool though, not too bad. Jaime fucked up the side of Annalee's face, but she didn't seem too concerned. We might get some good information out of this, so make due with what you got I suppose.
Hope the rest of you are doing alright too.
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Important: Missing Info
Recent events have made me start to reevaluate some of my past subjects. I've had some things called into question and things I didn't think were important before have suddenly become very important. This file in particular. It's almost a year old now.
Age of Subject: 20-25
Sex: Female
Height: 5,3''
Weight: 94 pounds
Cause of Death: Drowning.
Age of Subject: 20-25
Sex: Female
Height: 5,3''
Weight: 94 pounds
Cause of Death: Drowning.
Subject was found frozen in a pond. Body has suffered mild deterioration but is overall in tact. Blood stream shows almost 100% concentration of Black Liquid, no blood is present in the body. Skin is sickly color. Eyes are not dilated as they should be after death. Heart is missing from autopsy, but removal was not the cause of death, suggesting heart was removed after subject died. Water in lungs has trace amounts of black liquid, though may have washed it out while subject was drowning. Head shows evidence of numerous concussions before death as well as a fractured skull that was stapled closed. Brain is saturated with black liquid where cerebral arteries should be filled with blood. Subject shows signs of extreme weight loss, leading to the assumption she was lost in the woods at the time of her death. Black Operator symbols are carved into skin, the oldest dating at relatively two months before death, though some show signs of being carved over more than once. The newest can be dated at several minutes before death. Dried black liquid can be found under nails, confirming these cuts were self inflicted. Left arm shows signs of recent break. Tongue is mangled, as though subject attempted to bite it off. There are no signs of other wounds on person.
This particular girl wandered through my territory a little while before her death. She was far gone to say the least. Could barely get a coherent word out of her before she up and vanished. She left a couple of dead birds on my doorstep and the next time I found her she was face up at the bottom of pond, completely frozen. One of the weirder deaths. My guess is she probably killed herself.
She said a lot of things, but one I remember a lot was that whatever she'd done wasn't her fault. When you're crazy like she was it's hard to be sure on any count. Personally I wasn't a fan, but then I have a hard time pitying proxies anymore. It's one of those things I don't feel much like over-thinking.
She had a journal on her she wouldn't let me look at. She nearly clawed my eyes out when I reached for it. It has come to my attention this journal might be of some importance, though I really don't have any idea for sure. My memory is shit but I can swear it was blue, had some kind of design on it. It's bothered me for a while, and now that certain things have come to light, I have reason to believe it was important. It wasn't anywhere to be found when I dragged her out of the lake, so it may in fact have been destroyed.
If anyone has seen anything like it out there, do drop me a line. It would suck absolute shit if it had the key to all of this, and someone had already shoved it through a paper shredder.
Consider it missing and in need of finding.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Fourth of July
You'd think with a bunch of fractured ribs and the fact she can't go two and a half seconds without shouting "MOTHERFUCK," Annalee wouldn't be all that excited to go to a 4th of July display. Well guess I was wrong on that front. She woke me up this morning and told me to get in the truck.
I really had no idea where she wanted to go and she was keeping a tight lip about it. Said she wanted it to be a surprise. So I drove while she laid down passenger shouting bloody murder every time we hit a bump. I know I should feel bad for her because she's basically been put out of commission for six weeks with her ribs but I've seen the woman pull bullets out of her stomach, and I suppose it's just best to say she's a lot more volatile about her pain then she is affected by it.
We drove out to this seedy little place right outside of Vegas and waited there until night fall. There was quite a bit of boozing and swearing on her part. She bought us some hotdogs and beers and we wound up on the hood of her car watching the fireworks being shot up from various hotels and listening to Johnny Cash blast from the truck's crappy stereo. Annalee said something along the lines of "Johnny Cash is as American as gets." I don't know whether to say she's right or wrong because Weirld Al is pretty American guys, but it was nice all the same.
I don't know how she keeps up with this sort of stuff though. I've never seen a Calendar in her shack and even I can't keep track of days, but she's got them all internalized. Maybe she thinks the structure is necessary or something so she knows when her vacation days are from shitty desert hell.
Or maybe she's just doing it for my sake. Who knows. She seemed more interested in Cash than any fireworks. It feels kind of like we're coming to a compromise on some things, which is funny because it also feels like we haven't said two words to each-other since we got back. I think that's alright though. We've reached our understanding of one another and it's good.
It's been a long time since I've had anyone I could consider a friend.
Happy 4th of July everyone.
I really had no idea where she wanted to go and she was keeping a tight lip about it. Said she wanted it to be a surprise. So I drove while she laid down passenger shouting bloody murder every time we hit a bump. I know I should feel bad for her because she's basically been put out of commission for six weeks with her ribs but I've seen the woman pull bullets out of her stomach, and I suppose it's just best to say she's a lot more volatile about her pain then she is affected by it.
We drove out to this seedy little place right outside of Vegas and waited there until night fall. There was quite a bit of boozing and swearing on her part. She bought us some hotdogs and beers and we wound up on the hood of her car watching the fireworks being shot up from various hotels and listening to Johnny Cash blast from the truck's crappy stereo. Annalee said something along the lines of "Johnny Cash is as American as gets." I don't know whether to say she's right or wrong because Weirld Al is pretty American guys, but it was nice all the same.
I don't know how she keeps up with this sort of stuff though. I've never seen a Calendar in her shack and even I can't keep track of days, but she's got them all internalized. Maybe she thinks the structure is necessary or something so she knows when her vacation days are from shitty desert hell.
Or maybe she's just doing it for my sake. Who knows. She seemed more interested in Cash than any fireworks. It feels kind of like we're coming to a compromise on some things, which is funny because it also feels like we haven't said two words to each-other since we got back. I think that's alright though. We've reached our understanding of one another and it's good.
It's been a long time since I've had anyone I could consider a friend.
Happy 4th of July everyone.
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Another Bad Dream
I've been so tired lately that really there hasn't been much room to sleep. I've taken up sleeping the same way a two-year old does, which would be sleeping on and off every two hours when I'm not being hit over the head by Hippies with banjos, or being kept up by Annalee. Recently she's been pretty in-active due to the ribs, if a little crabby, and tonight was the first full night of sleep I've had in a while.
So of course it'd be a nightmare.
I fell asleep next to Annalee on the couch and I dreamed that I was standing in a warehouse. It was dark, and it was hard to tell if it was supposed to be night or day. Beau, the hippie with a banjo, was there with me. His face was all torn up though and he looked like he'd been through hell.
He said, "You best be careful which cage you build for yourself, kid."
It didn't make sense, but I looked over and saw the floor of the room was soaked with blood. There were bodies on the floor, gaping up at us.
I wanted to ask Beau where we were but the next thing I knew I was falling and I landed in a clearing. The trees were all black and dead like they'd been burned and in the center of the clearing was a dead deer. It looked like it'd been shot in the head, and the funny thing was the first thing that popped into my head was that Disney movie. The one where the mother deer gets shot. I'm too lazy to google it right now, it had a B in it, didn't it? I used to love that one I don't know why I can't think of it.
Beau came up behind me and I think I was crying. He said something along the lines of, "Just let it lie."
Then Annalee woke me up by shooting a rattlesnake of all things. Just glad it wasn't a fucking deer, though I doubt there are many of those in the desert.
I have no idea what to make of it. It seems like nonsense. Definetly not as straightforward as the dream about zombies.
Annalee seems to think the deer represents something I'm close to, or something that makes up a good deal of my life, and that the reason I had the dream was because that part of me is no longer there or something. I don't know, it seems to make sense to her althought she can't tell me why the hell my hippie guardian angel was there or whatever. She doesn't seem to want to talk about him that much at all, which is weird because if it weren't for him spouting out where I was at and then putting it on the blog she would've never found me. Oh well, I don't think I really even believe dreams mean all that much, at least not this one. It was too random.
Still, if you all have any ideas, I suppose they'd be helpful. That's all I've got for now.
So of course it'd be a nightmare.
I fell asleep next to Annalee on the couch and I dreamed that I was standing in a warehouse. It was dark, and it was hard to tell if it was supposed to be night or day. Beau, the hippie with a banjo, was there with me. His face was all torn up though and he looked like he'd been through hell.
He said, "You best be careful which cage you build for yourself, kid."
It didn't make sense, but I looked over and saw the floor of the room was soaked with blood. There were bodies on the floor, gaping up at us.
I wanted to ask Beau where we were but the next thing I knew I was falling and I landed in a clearing. The trees were all black and dead like they'd been burned and in the center of the clearing was a dead deer. It looked like it'd been shot in the head, and the funny thing was the first thing that popped into my head was that Disney movie. The one where the mother deer gets shot. I'm too lazy to google it right now, it had a B in it, didn't it? I used to love that one I don't know why I can't think of it.
Beau came up behind me and I think I was crying. He said something along the lines of, "Just let it lie."
Then Annalee woke me up by shooting a rattlesnake of all things. Just glad it wasn't a fucking deer, though I doubt there are many of those in the desert.
I have no idea what to make of it. It seems like nonsense. Definetly not as straightforward as the dream about zombies.
Annalee seems to think the deer represents something I'm close to, or something that makes up a good deal of my life, and that the reason I had the dream was because that part of me is no longer there or something. I don't know, it seems to make sense to her althought she can't tell me why the hell my hippie guardian angel was there or whatever. She doesn't seem to want to talk about him that much at all, which is weird because if it weren't for him spouting out where I was at and then putting it on the blog she would've never found me. Oh well, I don't think I really even believe dreams mean all that much, at least not this one. It was too random.
Still, if you all have any ideas, I suppose they'd be helpful. That's all I've got for now.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
And that's why you don't get into petty fights.
Did I ever mention that rule? Don't fight about shitty stuff because if you do, you wind up lying on a couch with two broken ribs and nothing to do.
Glad to see the world didn't completely come to an end while I was away. Though it seems we got pretty damn close.
But you don't want to hear about that do you? I'm assuming you all want to hear about what all was up with me while I was out looking for Danny.
Now contrary to what some of you seem to think (~, I am looking at you.) I am an uncaring bitch who doesn't give a rats ass whether you live or die. That's not even true half of the time assholes, since every fucking thing I do is all for the benefit of saving peoples lives.
I wasn't actually really expecting him to actually leave. I thought he'd wander off for a bit and then wander back since that's usually what happens when I kick him out. This time was a little different then the other times though. We hadn't really gone at it like that before. I went off looking for him and, (as seems to be the case anytime I decide to do anything,) had to jump through a few loops. I was already exhausted as hell when Roland gave me an address, and on top of that I had to go through this proxies boss. One of the nastiest fights I ever had.
The Boss, as I shall call him in order to sound ironical, was a big ugly lookin guy. He was weird looking too, dressed in all red. The second I saw him the hallway of that hotel got cold and dark and it felt like we scuffled for days. He got me pinned, and like an idiot chose the opportunity to stamp on my stomach, which accounts for the broken ribs. He was trying to break my leg when I got the drop on him and managed to slit his throat. After that the loop died. My guess was this asshole Boss wanted me dead and was the one utilizing the loops, using Danny as bait. The probation proxy is the one that I've been dealing with back home for the last few days, (though if ever there were a case of man behind the curtain...)
It's been a rough couple of weeks and I'm glad to be home. I'm glad Danny is here with me. Fucking hell am I glad this didn't turn out worse.
He was right I guess when he said I have a hard time dealing with the fact I can't save people. I try with the tips on self-defense and the shoulds and shouldn'ts and so on, and I wish I could cure proxies and kill these things that are dogging us. I wish I could watch more runners die happy. But that's not the way the world works, and I wish I could change that too, but that's not something that will ever occur. But at the same time I refuse to become complacent with the shit I am witnessing. I may have hardened to loss of life over the years, but not to emotion and not to the evil in this world. I do everything in my power to stop that, and I know that my effort and the effort of everyone who works to prevent evil is not insignificant.
And as for Georgia.
Fuck, we'll save that talk for some other time. I don't have the energy tonight.
Glad to see the world didn't completely come to an end while I was away. Though it seems we got pretty damn close.
But you don't want to hear about that do you? I'm assuming you all want to hear about what all was up with me while I was out looking for Danny.
Now contrary to what some of you seem to think (~, I am looking at you.) I am an uncaring bitch who doesn't give a rats ass whether you live or die. That's not even true half of the time assholes, since every fucking thing I do is all for the benefit of saving peoples lives.
I wasn't actually really expecting him to actually leave. I thought he'd wander off for a bit and then wander back since that's usually what happens when I kick him out. This time was a little different then the other times though. We hadn't really gone at it like that before. I went off looking for him and, (as seems to be the case anytime I decide to do anything,) had to jump through a few loops. I was already exhausted as hell when Roland gave me an address, and on top of that I had to go through this proxies boss. One of the nastiest fights I ever had.
The Boss, as I shall call him in order to sound ironical, was a big ugly lookin guy. He was weird looking too, dressed in all red. The second I saw him the hallway of that hotel got cold and dark and it felt like we scuffled for days. He got me pinned, and like an idiot chose the opportunity to stamp on my stomach, which accounts for the broken ribs. He was trying to break my leg when I got the drop on him and managed to slit his throat. After that the loop died. My guess was this asshole Boss wanted me dead and was the one utilizing the loops, using Danny as bait. The probation proxy is the one that I've been dealing with back home for the last few days, (though if ever there were a case of man behind the curtain...)
It's been a rough couple of weeks and I'm glad to be home. I'm glad Danny is here with me. Fucking hell am I glad this didn't turn out worse.
He was right I guess when he said I have a hard time dealing with the fact I can't save people. I try with the tips on self-defense and the shoulds and shouldn'ts and so on, and I wish I could cure proxies and kill these things that are dogging us. I wish I could watch more runners die happy. But that's not the way the world works, and I wish I could change that too, but that's not something that will ever occur. But at the same time I refuse to become complacent with the shit I am witnessing. I may have hardened to loss of life over the years, but not to emotion and not to the evil in this world. I do everything in my power to stop that, and I know that my effort and the effort of everyone who works to prevent evil is not insignificant.
And as for Georgia.
Fuck, we'll save that talk for some other time. I don't have the energy tonight.
Monday, June 24, 2013
Back at the Shack
Annalee is finally up again, and drinking to boot which I guess is a good sign. We're back at the shack and she's been sleeping on and off. The last few days for her haven't been that great. According to her she went out looking for me not long after I left and got caught up in shit with that proxy. Apparently there were goons who were trying to get me killed, specifically the boss proxy who fucked her up. She didn't know where I was and was having a hard time tracking me down, all while the proxy was screwing with her. I asked her how I'd recognized the proxy but she said that was probably in my head, that I wouldn't know him. I think she's lying but whatever, I'm not going to get on her for that again. At least not right now. I think after all that shit I trust her enough to know she isn't going to try anything.
In all frankness I've been pretty exhausted too. After sleeping on park benches I have new found appreciation for the shack. Right now I think we're both trying to focus on recuperating. Annalee's got some broken ribs she needs to focus on healing. I'm also probably going to be in for a rough patch here soon, since I left the meds I had in the hotel room. It won't be as bad as the first time I went off them, but it won't be much fun.
Otherwise we're all fine, and we'll keep you updated.
In all frankness I've been pretty exhausted too. After sleeping on park benches I have new found appreciation for the shack. Right now I think we're both trying to focus on recuperating. Annalee's got some broken ribs she needs to focus on healing. I'm also probably going to be in for a rough patch here soon, since I left the meds I had in the hotel room. It won't be as bad as the first time I went off them, but it won't be much fun.
Otherwise we're all fine, and we'll keep you updated.
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