King of all wild things.

Happy Friday everyone!

A bunch of us (me, Haller, Arthur, like, everyone) have been working up some activities for everyone before we all go throw ourselves at horror movies and trick or treating.

So tomorrow (okay like maaaybe tonight, this afternoon if we're really ambitious) there'll be some DR activities, an obstacle course, a three legged race, egg races - you know, Field Day Stuff for any of you who went to a real high school or have watched every high school musical movie

(shutup I did, I also watched all those Disney Zombie movies, I also eat doritos even though they make my stomach hate me I contain multitudes of bad taste)

So like last year, there's 8 dozen eggs (actually 8 dozen this time, not Kyle can't math 8 dozen) hiding on the lawn. They have paper slips, you can turn those in for - you know, pony bottles of alcohol if you're 21 or over, ethically sourced chocolate if you do that kind of thing, shrimp if you're Liam or Sharon...

Unlike last year, I was at my dad's until just now so we're doing a midnight egg hunt. I got glow in the dark eggs.

So it turns out that trying to do like

all the big maintenance tasks for the mansion that can be done by one dude
and be an X-Man and do hand to hand for like three people (sorry Maya you're moving to Gar and Logan's class consider it a graduation present, your present is bruises)
and learn to fly a plane
and teach 30 hours a week
and therapy and volunteer work
and Danger Room scenario making
and Gen-X training
and chickens (Alani sorry about the text spam but Brooster Banner is TOO GOOD OF AN IDEA TO IGNORE)

is kinda a lot for one dude, um, in my defense I didn't realize how much I was doing until my therapist made me do a sleep chart. I kinda wasn't.

you know sleeping - I wasn't.

Anywayway like. I need some volunteers so I don't voluntold people for mansion stuff - groundskeeping, getting to ride the big riding mower (we can't delegate that one to a paid groundskeeper, because of the grounds security, we legit have to have someone from here who knows why there's graffiti on the walls that can't get removed), some student teaching...

mostly Gen X stuff, because the last time we had new people here it was me and Angel and Keller and now it's me, and I need help because I am drowning

and drowning Kyle is an asshole

I'm literally writing this in an uber, so like.

Okay that's a lie I wrote most of this on the plane, I'm editing it in the uber.

Couple of weeks ago I lost my temper on the journals. I am not doing okay. Not because I lost my temper - well, not just because I lost it but I guess that is part of it.

I've been at short ends for months. Anyone who has been in the Danger Room with me has seen it. I think if I tried to explain why it would take up a lot of space here. I also don't think I want to explain why.

I just want to apologize for losing my temper. I let down people who trusted me not to fly off the handle or say some extremely stupid things that made this place feel unsafe.

I have talked to people I trust about what happened. You know who you are. I'm doing too much for one guy and I am going to take a breather from some of it. Not quit - I promised not quitting, but setting limits and making sure I am not the only guy doing all the things I was trying to do. Even once I get better mental health.

No amount of editing is going to make this any better so I'm posting it imperfectly. I've already edited it enough times that this uber driver is getting a pretty big tip because we are siting outside Kirby's and I asked him to wait a couple minutes. He's a good dude.

Yo, I was bored, so there's like IDK, 7 dozen paper mache eggs hidden around the grounds. Mostly the lawn, and the pool and the garage.

Some of them have paper strips you can like, turn those into me for those little airport bottles of alcohol. Or candy if you're not 21, I don't wanna get arrested or a lecture.

The rest have like candy and stuff.

96 is 7 dozen right? it's 96 eggs.

Can someone NOT RAMSEY explain to my why he keeps air-dropping this to my phone

A'ight, so I (okay not JUST ME) have setup the grills. You know the drills - green for our veggo friends, red for kosher/halal meats (Sooraya I got your text), blue for allergies (text me peeps if you got them) and black for everything else.

Bring me your meats and vegetables and weird grilled fruits. I gotta plan, I gotta team of foodies and I got 3 coolers of ice and drinks.

Also like a cooler of ice cream and popsicles cause I guess you guys all evac'd your freezers? Who brought me the mango ice cream? It's fucking amazing.

https://twitter.com/mattxiv/status/1560332420607516674?s=21&t=SyNy9xTylciLt7lRl-5gGQ

I mean it's a link from Twitter, so it's weird but like

like WHY

PYOTR WHY. NATASHA WHY. I ASK BECAUSE THIS IS 100% YOUR PEOPLE.

https://lithub.com/apparently-the-brontes-all-died-so-early-because-they-spent-their-lives-drinking-graveyard-water/

But the fact that all the Brontes basically grew up drinking corpse water explains SO FUCKING MUCH.

This message brought to you by a really fucking tired Kyle who has a three week gig teaching gig for a 10th grade lit class and I'm 4 days in and I want to die I'm going to throw myself out the window

ima disrupt the lesson plans and talk about how Wuthering Heights is the way it is because Emily Bronte was drinking corpse water.