[Saints]

I can't sleep.

I get snakes in my sofa and my brothers get their apartment broken into, and my dreams...

The dreams.

[Saints and Angels]

...I may never leave my bedroom again.

Those Hellhounds are real, right? Jo talked about them and they're real? Not just me seeing things again.

Not...that that makes anything better.

I've spent the last week reading Order of the Phoenix to some of the kids at the shelter and last night I had a dream that I was being attacked by Satan's armies and in order to prevent them from killing me, I had to conjure a patronus. It was in the form of a shamrock and it all started out okay, but then it turned into a snake and I woke up screaming.

It was not awesome.

The saint's potluck, however, that was awesome.

[Saints except Michael]

I am some 1,600 years old, I shouldn't still be afraid of the dark.

I keep seeing things...

Guess who's back? Were you all aware that Shady is back? Apparently I am supposed to tell a friend. Shady is back and he's chopped liver because no one wants Marshall no more.

My goodness the music these kids listen to. And apparently this song is 'old'. One of the kids in my shelter was dancing to this and then one of the other kids told them they shouldn't be listening to music so ancient and they played some strange, new thing with Shady again about burning. I swear one of the lyrics was 'you have to watch her leave through the window, guess that's why they call it window pane' or something ridiculous.

If only they knew how ancient their worker was. They asked me what kind of music I liked and I sort of squeaked something about Flogging Molly and shuffled away. Because 'Actually I prefer choral chamber music without instruments, because we used to believe they came from the devil so they weren't allowed in church!' might make me sound something of a loon.

So really, if I think about it, I don't think 'window pane' is any more ridiculous than believing a hurdy gurdy came from the devil. That Shady still sounds like a deeply unpleasant person.

[Viewable to his brothers(this now includes Sebastian!), Saint Joan and Saint Agatha]

I got to work today and one of the kids asked me where his Garfield books were. So apparently he mentioned liking them and I went to the library to get him some comic anthologies and I just...got a little lost. I still don't understand it, but at least it's probably not something sinister. Right?

I knew I wasn't drinking.

Poor kid still doesn't have his books though. I may have given him an conciliatory cookie.

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The apartment now has birds in it and they're lovely. Downpatrick is very accepting, lovely boy that he is. It's a good thing I don't have cats!

I'm feeling good today. My oldest brother is here!

I might go on a walk! So much energy!

[Viewable to his brothers(this now includes Sebastian!), Saint Joan and Saint Agatha]

I...seem to be at the New York Public Library and I have no idea how I got here or why. I just found myself sitting on one of those rolling footstools in the religion section, with a handful of Garfield comic book treasuries, staring at books on Pope John Paul II.

I don't even like Garfield. He's not very joyful.

I haven't been drinking. I don't think. I don't remember. I put the Garfield books back...

Please, don't tell Michael I am losing it?

I spent all day organising theater magic! The kids did choose to do It's a Wonderful Life because they love me. So we had auditions and cast the roles, making sure everyone got one who wanted one. Some of the kids want to be backstage with me, which is good too. You don't have to be in the spotlight to create something great. We handed out scripts and did a read-through and it was fantastic.

I'm doing an overnight shift tonight. We tend to take it in turns and it's my night. I'm feeling a little on edge since getting a wee bit knifed, and some of the kids are worried about earthquakes (and some of the me is as well) but it should go okay. I'm reading the younger kids some Harry Potter tonight. They like it when I read to them because I do voices.

Oh, and Dewi, we would love to have you play piano for the show. Everyone got really excited because usually I do it and I told them my brother was a truly gifted musician. I've been ousted!

I'd better get some food in. I've got a long night ahead of me! Pray for no shaking!

I officially do not like poetry.

Saint Patrick was a gentleman, who through strategy and stealth
Drove all the snakes from Ireland, here's a drink to his health!
But not too many drinks, lest we lose ourselves and then
Forget the good Saint Patrick, and see them snakes again!
~Author Unknown

Oh hah hah. I'm going to bed.

[George]

George, can I ask you about something? It's about sex just so you know what you're getting into before you say yes and then regret it.



OOC: Talk of sex. Obviously.

In the middle of October every year the kids at my shelter put on a play, or so I've just been told. I'm new here, so it's news to me! I think it's fantastic, though! This year they're choosing between Romeo and Juliet, which I vetoed because it has been done to death (though my veto means nothing!), and It's a Wonderful Life. It's a Christmas play in a way, sure, but I hope they choose that. It's got some real resonance to it. And as much as I appreciate Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet are kind of idiots and the main point of the story isn't so much life affirming as it is...death...affirming.

We'll see how it goes, but I'm really excited about this. It gives these kids something to look forward to and something to accomplish while working with other people, and I think that's great.

Also, my apartment is now filled with herbs and it's adorable. Dewi and his green thumb!

Having Dewi here all the time is so wonderful. I kind of want him to stay here with me instead of getting his own place. Time to turn on the woo! My apartment has a me in it! And a Downpatrick, who is a very well-behaved dog. And it's near a park. And...well the view isn't great, but the lady who owns the apartment my bedroom window looks into is always friendly enough to wave. Heh.

But...me!

[Private]

And now I'm drinking in my bathroom so he doesn't see. I still don't want him to leave.

Hah!!

I found the search engine of Ireland! http://www.doogle.org/

I haven't laughed so hard in...well...twelve hours.

Last night I vomited in a taxi cab. Which is apparently against their rules. And since I am clearly a rebel who was obviously trying to break the rules, I got fined quite a large amount of money for my trouble. I was already sick! Rub salt into my wounds, why don't you? It was my own fault though. Mea maxima culpa.

Now I feel uniquely queasy and I get to go teach a bunch of teenagers about hygiene.

Remind me why I drink again?