I don't think I like precog

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Reality and I have regained passing familiarity with one another. I am no longer haunted by images of Nikola Tesla feeding the elephants sawdust beneath epilepsy-inducing red spotlights, and that is absolutely fine by me. After three solid days of utterly deranged hallucination perhaps now periods of sleep greater than two hours a night will be again within my grasp.

Je suis désolé, Marie-Ange. Ta for the assist, apologies that it resulted in physical assault. I believe I owe you dinner. Or possibly footing of the bill for one with your paramour, as to hear some of my flatmates tell it I am not to be trusted with members of the opposite sex. Whichever is to your preference.

Incidentally: your power doesn't so much have an "off" switch, does it?

. . . Bugger. Now I have to reset my "Number of Days Since Last Attack" counter. I was up to two sodding months, too. This is the last time I volunteer for manual labour on a marrow donation of uncertain metabolism.

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Ouch. Well, still, obviously we'll need to monitor you a little more when it's a new donor. I'll try to keep that in mind. And of course if you start feeling a bit off in time to notice you can come look for me or something. Even if 'tis a little sooner than normal, I'll be fine.

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Ta for that. The problem is I don't so much notice when it comes on all of a sudden like that. Cats has seen fit to swat me for it in the past, too.

Ah, never mind. I'm just a bit tired at the moment. It comes of being up for 72 hours. I'm just waiting for the clock to tick around another hour or so to get myself back to something approaching a proper schedule.