Alright. I was perfectly fine with invitation rocks turning up on my windowsill and in front of my door and in my coat pockets while at uni, but for God's sake, a bird just dropped one on my head.

I know others have received them, so I'm certainly not unique, but the violence of their delivery does appear to be increasing... as in, they've never been violent before.

Hello, mansion and residents! After an extended stay away, I - Stephen Strange - have returned. I know, I know. It's not all that exciting. However, I do have an important question, since I'm currently standing in the front hall with my packed bag(s).

Who needs a roommate?

Clea's absolutely one of my favourite people, but I think the two of us sharing might mean being a bit too much in one another's pockets.

I'm pet free, but don't mind if you have one. I will probably leave books everywhere, I apologise in advance. Common areas will otherwise stay clean. Time change means odd hours initially and med school means probably odd hours in general. I can cook, but if I do someone else should clean (the kitchen). I can clean (the kitchen), but if I do, someone else should cook.

Promise not to make anything explode, even. It's been ages since I did that. (Still sorry, Topaz.)