Okay. Last night I had a nightmare that I turned into a rabbit. A big, fuzzy, carrot-munching rabbit. And I was going to some party.
...since when did those freakish little things have parties?!
D'Hoffryn still won't budge on giving those books back. Said something about a deal that we had. I don't remember making any deals - why would I make a deal that he could just go around taking things from me? Those weren't even MY books - they belonged to that hellspawn society of a law firm. I'm not going to be the one to take the blame for not bringing them back.