...you know, Ragin... you've a bad habit of showing up in my dreams. Not as consistantly as Angel - incidentally, ex-mullet-boy, if you happen to run into her... do me a favor and ask her to keep her dreamwalking ass to herself, thank you? I'm getting tired of waking up completely aroused, in a cold sweat, with her name on my lips.

It's IRRITATING, is what it is.

Ah, well... the girl is content, maybe I'll let her out tonight while I sleep. That seems to take care of the dreams.

For now, though... it's almost 7:00 in the morning and I still haven't slept. This is NOT a good start to my day by any means.

It's rather a poor one, actually.

And it is Sunday... on Wednesday, the boy goes to Canada. Kadin leaves.

Gone.

*shivers, her voice very quiet*

...it would help if I could believe his reassurances that he'll be back. I try, TRY, not to talk about my doubts... I don't want to be pessimistic about this. It's just... yeah.

Familiar.

I've been here before.

He goes.

He's gone.

End of story.

Daya... tis'tai, Daya, Kalom... iri takn, iri dehan tequeo Kadin. *sighs quietly*

MY boy. Mine.

Should stay that way.

Gah... now I'm getting all depressed. Dammit, someone write me a cheerful email, please... and Hidapet, I need to write back to you! *hugs* I will, assuming I can wake up at all tomorrow. *wry grin* I'm dying of tiredness... but want to wake to an inbox with actual email, not junk mail.

*hugs to all, and a tired Jax padding off to bed*