Still cold. Fingers numb. Crystals are a terrible, terrible building material.

Have tried hacking through door with a pen. Did not work. Am now without pen.

Batman is no help. Have made vow to murder him. Right after I murder Superman.

My bail may have been set at six million dollars, but I am out of prison in a half hour. Good work, legal team/Harvey. Took you long enough. And now I can relax in my penthouse until the case gets thrown out.

Cheers, Superman!

Obsessive-compulsive serial killers are surprisingly adept at Trivial Pursuit. It's the first time I've almost been beaten at that game in years.

I don't like it.

Apparently, neither did the other players, since I was almost stabbed. On the bright side, I finally had an excuse to hit someone. Oh Stryker's Island rec room, never change.

Unsurprisingly, prison is boring. Thanks to Superman's interference, I had my iPhone confiscated. (When the guards tell you they are going to use tasers, they're being serious. I was hoping maybe they had started making that threat as a joke. Not the case. Ow) Fortunately, money still makes the world go 'round and I had another brought to me.

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And, yes, I can hear all of you snickering, but that's not meant to be literal.

I am apparently going to jail.

Fuck the police and their ridiculous fucking overreaction, it was a miniature nuclear reactor. As in not that big. And I had everything perfectly under control. IF IT SEEMED LIKE IT WAS ABOUT TO HAVE A MELTDOWN, MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE SOMEONE  ( Read more... )