LOST: Two Very Mentally Unstable Children

I'm writing this post from the internal wireless connecetion of my jet black, secretly government funded helicopter. I haven't the slightest idea where I left my boys. I mean, I knew Peter would be out of commission for awhile due to the massive act of destruction that he was about to commit, but after that little brat's suicide attempt during the middle of a very important conversation, my dutiful older son disappeared too. I swear, being the matriarch of a powerful family is extremely difficult. Especially when no one will DO WHAT YOU TELL THEM! The canine is the only one with the slightest bit of sense and I am tired of people NOT LISTENING! Don't they know that being right all the time is trying for me? Don't they know looking this fabulous while plotting the demise of one of the world's greatest cities is almost impossible?!?! After all of that nuclear talk is almost impossible to not look frazzled...

Anyway, since New York is apparently still a cesspool of homeless people, criminals and tacky dressers I'm going to assume that the plan didn't go as well as initially hoped. I have no idea where Nathan and Peter are, but apparently Heidi can walk again, which I'm assuming means that Linderman finally had to use that trump card. He never made it to the supersecret black helicopter either. Things are looking good for his survival. It was a bad idea to involve that geeky child, Micah Sanders. I told him he should never get between a mother and her child, especially when the mother is a psychologically unstable, cute perky homicidal female looking version of the Incredible Hulk. You never get between a mother and her child. It's the most dangerous place in the universe. That's a warning to everyone who might have hurt my boys, stupid as they may be, they're mine and I'm coming after anyone who put a scratch on them...

...as soon as I find them. And examine their scratches. After I get a more tasteful vehicle. And change clothes. And maybe go shopping for almost-apocalpyse wardrobe...khaki, perhaps? With pearls...and new shoes.

That was some party...I think

I don't usually hang out in bars, but given the events of the last few days (?weeks), I needed a drink.

Claude said he knew this great bar, not that far from that hideaway he had me do a reading in. I tried to relax and keep an open mind. Being middle class, there's a lot I miss and don't usually experience.

The Bar was nice. the smokers all stuck to one area- "The Lounge" they called it- reminded me a bit of a couple of upscale smoke shops I've seen. (I used to smoke cloves and I still have a Grim Reaper mock-Zippo that needs up keep) Any way it was nice.




"So whacha think?"





"This place is pretty cool."








"Can I get you a drink?"








"Sure."







"Any preferences?"






"Why don't you pick?"





Claude seemed a bit surprised by that, but went to get drinks anyway. He came back a few minutes later with a beer for himself and some pretty elaborate looking mixed drink for me. It was tasty. I think I shocked Claude by how fast I finished it. I didn't notice any alcohol in it at all. when Claude got himself a refill, he got me one too. The rest of the night is a blur after that.


Woke up (?) next morning, in a posh hotel room, on a king sized bed...OK it was more like a VIP suite than a normal room. It even had a personal hot tub. Claude was passed out in an adjoining room on another king sized bed. I had a soak in the hot tub. I figured the room was ours and I might as well use it.

I'm waiting for Claude to wake up, so I can ask him what happened (?) last night. He looks exhausted, and as long as no one's beating down the door or anything, I figure he needs the rest.