Nursing the thiiird? Third. Third worst hangover I've had with the rest of my day-old burger. Not ideal. I would say that I've been through worse but that would just be lying. Jesus fucking Christ. I'm still not fully convinced that it all happened, for all I know it could be an ultra specific fever dream. The notes I wrote last night do not help much on that front. Yiiiikes. If only I asked that woman more questions before I signed on to whatever the fuck a contract is. Everyone else I met seemed to have a slightly better understanding. I have. This Jimmy guy's landline?? Adrannis' phone number??? Not gonna reach out unless something actually comes up though I am interested in Jimmy's offer of 'healing trauma', if only to see what it looks like on others. 

God this burger sucks. It was practically in the snow so I don't know why I'm surprised.

...I should keep up my jogging routine.

Geez. This Contract stuff has got me feeling on edge at almost all times now that I know a 'job' can just appear out of nowhere. I figured that I needed some way to defend myself in a fight after seeing what the others could do. Nothing flashy like a bow made of shadows or the ability to transform into animals or uh. Go 'super saiyan', but I think I've gotten better at knife-fighting since the last time I tried learning it for a party trick back in the day. The second I picked up my pair of switchblades I just knew how to use them in an actual fight, like I'd been using them for a while now. 

Is this what it's like to just be a natural at something? No boring 'practice drills' or slow imperceptible 'improvement'. It's nice. Shortcuts in life and all that. Sucks that it's for something like this. I'm not squeamish or anything, but having to go up-close and dirty to stab someone even in self-defense feels wrong... yet I can't help but feel a sense of adrenaline and deja vu at this whole situation...