Howard insists we film today, then takes off, leaving us with the A.D., fucking bastard. I get into it though, glad of the hard work taking my mind off things. Too much piled up shit going on, between Glory and Dylan and everything else, I've just had enough.

And I'm getting nervous about the blackouts, had another one the day after Dylan died. Ran into Karl at the hotel, he was smiling and I said hello, and then . . . I blinked, and he was glaring at me. ”Get the fuck away from me, Jed. What the fuck’s your problem? You’re acting like a nutter.”

I’ve got no memory of saying anything off to him. I’m wondering if I've got a tumor or something else wrong with my head. I should see a doc, but I'm almost scared of the answer. If I'm gonna cark it from something gruesome, maybe I'd rather it just sneak up on me and pounce than sit there waiting for death to come get me.

( How do you ease your grief? )

OOC note: This takes place immediately after Jed leaves The Ship.

I knew they were following me after I left The Ship. Couldn't resist my potentially loaded wallet. They're about to catch some whup-ass.

Come on then, ya bloody pussies!