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 Dear Diary,

Guess what we're doing tomorrow!

Turning into termites.

Yeah.

Whoopie.

 Marco wakes up from the first dreamless sleep he's had in weeks and almost panics when he doesn't immediately recognize where he is. As his eyes snap open and he throws the blanket off, he suddenly remembers. Camelot. The Chancellor brought him here. He breathes a sigh of relief and realizes he was so tired he fell asleep still wearing his shoes ( Read more... )

 Dear Diary,

I. QUIT.

 Marco's back from the Nexus, with a man who's much better dressed than he is in tow. As they make their way from the pretty-nice park where the Nexus spits them out to the pretty-not-nice side of town where the apartment is, Marco fills the Archbishop in on the basics - Mom drowned two years ago, Dad never got over it, they're about one more late ( Read more... )

 Dear Diary,

Went to school, saved the world, had another near-death experience, blah blah blah. Mr. Harris wants me to write a paper on Spanish missionaries. I've written two pages and I have yet to mention Spanish missionaries.

I'm starting to think that my life is so much like a movie that it needs a soundtrack. I'm thinking Beastie Boys. Well, I ( Read more... )