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Explaining that I'm pretty sure my wheelchair is at the bottom of the bay went over great at the hospital. Sorry if anyone was worried that I'd vanished, but there's not a lot of call for a coffee-shop in a pirate cove. I decided it was best just to hide out until things went back to normal yesterday, and after that I got kind of caught up in editing my next video. It should be ready soon.

Still, it'll be good to get back into the regular routine, even if that means coping with my usual Monday class-load tomorrow after so long on 'vacation' in centuries past.

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Haven't we seen by now that me drinking almost never ends well?

I could still tag along, though.

You just need to be supervised, that's all. Someone who can shut you up when you're starting to ramble about things that'll kill the mood.

Yeah, you've always done a pretty good job of that.

My secret is more alcohol.

I don't think that's a secret.

It's a secret to everybody.

If you say so.

Yeah, sure, I'll be there.

Bring friends. These things suck if no one shows up. Also the stories are way, way less interesting.

These days, I pretty much come with an entourage. I'm hoping they don't evaporate the moment they're sure I'm not going to tip over.

That's what the alcohol is for, duh. I think public intoxication is still some sort of crime here, anyway.

No trying to get Dick drunk for laughs, though.

Booooo. Why not? Is he not fun when he's drunk?

He's fourteen.

Oh. Well. Okay. I'll support your underage drinking, but fourteen's a little to young to party with.

Yeah. I don't want to just ditch him for Halloween, either.

We'll figure something out.

Maybe we can dig up some old terrible monster movies or something. Everyone can have fun with those, right?

That sounds fantastic, actually.

Awesome. Guess I'm starting party prep early this year.

Tell me if you need anything.

You'll be on speed dial.

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