These are dark days, for me. Counting down until I am out of work. Avoided by co-workers, sitting at a mostly empty desk, watching the smiling people walk by. Through some bizarre loophole I will not even qualify for any unemployment insurance benefits- the company’s kind of sneaky. I’m fighting that, but time is running out. And I’ve misplaced my bottle of hope.

I’m under a lot of stress and I don’t seem to have control over it. When people tell me I’m taking it well I usually grab them by the throat and throttle them, so I think that means I’m not taking it well. But maybe I’m wrong about that.

Anyway, it has been my pleasure to daydream Master Set Four. It’s a great stress release, and is actually something I’m all excited about. Pity it doesn’t exist.

I wonder if I’ll end up in an asylum, dreaming about ‘Scape. Maybe they’d even let bring my collection. Suddenly that doesn’t sound all that bad- meals provided, laundry...