New Year's, huh? I hadn't really been keeping track.

Here's hoping the new year means getting home.

I guess it would've been too much to ask that I'd sleep through the latest whatever-this-is, if I had to get knocked out.

At this rate, we're going to find ourselves living in the middle of 'A Christmas Carol' come the twenty-fourth...

( Screened to Sarah )

All I can say for this holiday is, at least it was uneventful this year. Comparatively.

Ow. Fuck, that hurt.

[There is the sound of Sam picking himself up off the ground.]

Wait... Shit.

Sarah? Where are you? Are you all right?

First we had the waves of messages claiming impending doom. Now we have the waves of messages insisting there's no impending doom ( Read more... )

Someone has an unhealthy obsession with underwear.

Whatever the logic here is, I don't want to know.

Guess it shows how often I actually talked with the man that I only just now noticed one of my roommates has vanished. It's funny, people seem to come and go so often that I'm almost used to it. I can't think that says anything good about the effect this place is having.

[There is the sound of something heavy skidding across the floor to collide with - a wall, maybe, followed by a hiss of pain.]

Aww, shit.

A party, after what just went on? That's some interesting timing there...

Of course, I can't see how there's much to celebrate around here at the best of times, so maybe I'm missing something.