How can any of you sleep?

Well, we’re back.

Hurrah for us.

Shower took the scent of Asgard out of my hair. Thank every god there is. And finally some clean clothes -- I'm burning those jeans. Too many stupid men bled on them. (Not to mention the damage they took when Miss Blaire pushed me into that lake. Gods.)

I do have some exciting career prospects now, though. I think I might join the mafia. They need people to break fingers for them, don't they? It appears to be a talent of mine. (And really, Miss Blaire, I didn't even hurt them as badly as they deserved to be hurt.)

I intend to look into it.