Cloud nine? My clouds go to eleven.

I think things have finally calmed down within our strange but wonderful circle of misfits.

Rosie has been around, but unfortunately I have missed her precious appearances. I'm so glad Giselle was taking care of her, though. Frankie is still in the hospital, and will be for a few more weeks, the poor girl. The Emcee has wandered out of a drug-induced stupor and is among the living again. However, I don't think his popularity with Dolores or Ophilia has improved.

Speaking of Ophilia, she had a little too much to drink, and I had to take her home. We had a...conversation of sorts, which I'm not entirely sure she would remember by now. She revealed several things to me.

One, that she also had a dream that kept her up at night. I came this close to telling her about my own dream. I don't believe I'll ever be ready to tell anyone...

And two, her..."true" appearance. It was when she finally fell asleep that I realized I was attracted...to him. ... When I really think about it, sometimes it feels as if I desire the affections of a man more than I do that of a woman. But that's probably only because it's been a while since I've actually had a man.

But I should not be considering that at this moment, because I am property of the Maestra.

*smiles* I am hers.