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I need to find some sort of employment or I'm going to go absolutely insane--provided, of course, that I haven't gone insane already. The insane tend to be the very last to know about their unfortunate state of mind, from what I've read (although the City forces me to question my sanity far more often than I would like, and, thus far, I haven't noticed any inclinations towards madness that weren't present long before I came here).
The new year will be 2009, won't it? Amazing! Although I will admit to no small amount of disappointment. If technology would have advanced as rapidly as I had predicted--ah, but then, perhaps I give too much credit to other scientists and inventors. If I had a century and a half to improve upon technology, you can be sure it would be far more advanced than it is now! No matter, though. Not everyone can be a genius.
Speaking of, does anyone need a brilliant mind at the moment? I would like to at least take on some odd jobs until I can find a permanent position; contrary to the beliefs of some, sloth is one sin I'm not overly fond of. I specialize in inventing, creating, modifying, and repairing weaponry, but I'm relatively certain I can do most anything that needs to be done (assuming it doesn't involve cooking, at which I've more than proved a failure). Really, I'm entirely at loose ends without my laboratory and the constant orders for new weapons they were always sending in, not to mention the endless repairs Van Helsing's weapons needed.
I certainly hope the Order misses me. Perhaps they'll realize what an asset I am once they don't have the use of my talents.
Ah! As regards the curse about Christmases yet to come--I hope no one's taking it all too seriously. There's nothing to fortunetelling but guesses, and there are a number of things far more frightening than guesses.
The new year will be 2009, won't it? Amazing! Although I will admit to no small amount of disappointment. If technology would have advanced as rapidly as I had predicted--ah, but then, perhaps I give too much credit to other scientists and inventors. If I had a century and a half to improve upon technology, you can be sure it would be far more advanced than it is now! No matter, though. Not everyone can be a genius.
Speaking of, does anyone need a brilliant mind at the moment? I would like to at least take on some odd jobs until I can find a permanent position; contrary to the beliefs of some, sloth is one sin I'm not overly fond of. I specialize in inventing, creating, modifying, and repairing weaponry, but I'm relatively certain I can do most anything that needs to be done (assuming it doesn't involve cooking, at which I've more than proved a failure). Really, I'm entirely at loose ends without my laboratory and the constant orders for new weapons they were always sending in, not to mention the endless repairs Van Helsing's weapons needed.
I certainly hope the Order misses me. Perhaps they'll realize what an asset I am once they don't have the use of my talents.
Ah! As regards the curse about Christmases yet to come--I hope no one's taking it all too seriously. There's nothing to fortunetelling but guesses, and there are a number of things far more frightening than guesses.