And so all things come to an end. Memories, stale and bitter as they are sweet and loving. One should be grateful that Set's been returned to his human guise, but I can admit to missing having him smile. There is still the question of what do with the yorkie Seth. Returned to his own form, he's just as endearing, but I fear myself too inconsistent for a dog. I loathe to condemn the creature to the pound, however. Though he is a better influence on Madoc than Set was.

Ever inconsistent heart. He'll remain until I can find him a suitable home, one supposes. 

I fear a move may be in the wings. Pray its flightless. Set, and the canine that has taken up residence in his body, are certainly making my life a bit more daring than I'd like. Both of them took off after the mail man the other day. Poor fellow was traumatized to be chased by a 6'something man. 

There is also the lingering paranoia that Set has become a poor influence on Madoc. This could be in revenge for the obedience classes. On an observational note, Set seems to abhor the Spice Girls, but the dog - darling really needs a name - has mastered most of their songs. He can sing quite well.

Verdammt, verdammt, verdammt, verdammtverdammtverdammt. ...I got married?

Set, my sincerest apologies for ruining your shirt. I...I'm sorry.

I admit, I'm curious.

1. Think of the first word that comes to mind when you think of me.

2. Go to Google Images and search for that word.

3. Reply to this post with one of the pictures on the first page of results (don't tell me the word).

(The html for images is here.) < img src = " image url " / > (without spaces)

4. Put this in your own journal so that I can do the same.

Madoc seems to have shanghaied the spoon that rested in the batter. Foolish on my part to leave it unattended. Centuries leave a Norseman and his terms of ownership unchanged, it seems. It's amusing how simplistic, yet delicious, sprinkles in vanilla cake batter are. Funfetti, though not smooth on the tongue, nor quite harsh on the ear, is an interesting name to say the least.  

I'm uncertain how to recall brash words, Set, but as soon as I find a way, I shall. 

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The waters hardly soothe here, but I retrieved a girl's dog from indulging in late night swim. Kindness repaid in coffee and I'm uncertain why but it seems a ritual. She's nothing terribly bright, and there's no great fondness, but she's quiet and we speak of nothing for hours on end. It's comforting, in a way. The company, at least, not that Madoc isn't, but he's enthralled with his games for the moment. 
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HQ seems quite intact, despite the "loving" touches Loki seems to have made. His phone number has been sprayed upon the ceiling over my bed. There also appears to be tampering with my tea, so it shall be promptly disposed off. Pleasant as the stay with Set was, I'm rather glad to once more roam my own hallways. 

And I missed the view. Never thought I'd muse as such to an ocean. More so when one considers the hours spent not moving after sea salt found itself at home in freshly dug scratches from feline claws.

I seem to have acquired a feline. I was uncertain of its origins, which spoke volumes more than I would like. The reasons for him to retain such a form remain a mystery to myself, but as of yet he's refused pleas to leave and return to his mortal guise. At least his mercurial moods are tempered by the small form, though the scratches testify to how little. 

I appear to be "nephew" this visit. Seems a lesser jest than "son" and less intended to wound than "brother." One can only assume a manic mood to fit him for the moment. One fears my mood will sour in accordance. He has yet to speak of Svirre's death, but that was when he last spoke to me, aside from the stint in Spain. That was a grave error and I entirely blame loneliness for even speaking to the brute. There's little to be done for the moment, save pray his boredom is born soon and he'll leave me be. I best turn off the "lesbian lovefest lullabies" before he decides to scratch my leg to further ribbons.