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Dreamed I was on a bus and some blamed DeVry recruiter type was pestering me, and I was rude and she was going to report me to the Dean for being rude, even though I was being treated to what amounted to spamming in public places, which is ruder, first.

Then there was something going on in the Great Hall, and Kermit-my-ex and BJ were both there, and I was walking past BJ and he shouldered into me on purpose. I got angry, and later on he wound up in a cardboard shipping box bumped around a lot, and given tools to see if he could hack his own way out. He was trying pretty hard, and cracked into the system that he administered (some big power switches), the help line for them, and put out the allcall for spare parts.

Part of me (the me part of me) sort of wants to reconcile with BJ, but other parts of me don't. Marah needs some more time and a pro, and Dagger will not reconcile unless she's given a writ of certification from G-d (and evidently also Jesus and Mary) that the kid is Safe (which she says she won't get, because he's a Warrior gone bad, as if wibbble were to have gone bad; even if BJ goes good again, he'll still never be Safe).
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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