Post Milliways entry

*groans*
Oh my head. Too much Jack. Not enough water. So dehydrated. Ugh.
*sits up in bed*
I don't even remember walking home, which is a damn shame, cause I'd really kinda like to go back there.
*listens for signs of life in the lair*
It's quiet out there. Must mean everyone is training. And since they didn't wake me up, I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that they didn't want me there. Better give them some space.

Have to admit, that bar was pretty cool. I mean, who'd have thought that Fate and Luck were real people. Or that angels actually existed. Or that they might be named Bartleby. Wonder if he's a BoSox fan. Kinda sounded like he was from Boston. God, there's no accent more annoying than a Boston accent.

Snow White. I actually had a conversation with Snow frickin' White. And she lives here in New York. Well, maybe not "my" New York...but a New York somewhere. That's freakish, even for some of the crap we've seen.

I mean, I've fought 12 foot tall triceratops on distant planets that didn't even have oxygen on them, and for some reason a bar full of angels, demons, and ideas in people form totally blew my mind. Must be slipping.

And then, then I go and just offer to play a game with a guy named Fate. Real subtle Raph, good going. Way to keep to the shadows. To strike hard and fade away, without a trace. *sigh* Some ninja I turn out to be.
Course, it seems as though around here I might as well have disappeared. Damn, I really have bungled up things but good.

*punches wall next to bed*
That does it, I need some hair of the dog that bit me.

That tears it, I've got to find that place again.
*stumbles out of bed, grabs fedora and trench coat, and heads out*