At least the lightning is gorgeous in the rain. 

I haven't looked in a long time I realize.

Realizing a lot of things I guess, like I suddenly have the privilege of no cotton stuffing clogging up my brain.

It’s like letting the power out makes my head so much clearer, aware, vulnerable enough to register the individual drops coming at my face.

Aha the dinner, I fucking love dryer matts at the doors.

Just schwoops out all the damp from the denim. Marvelous invention really.

Slightly confused waitresses looking at a child who is not at home. 

I'm a great tipper though so I doubt they'll give me any smack on the matter so long as kiddo is sleeping soundly at Miss. V's Place.

Fat burgers and an ice cream sunday for me to steal some bites out of super sneaky and sly.

“Anything I need to know for the cover story?”

Shrugs from little shoulders and a little skip a pep skibidi pop into the ice cream mass like she's too happy to sit still.

“Just the heroes league, apparently they are a bunch of big shots.”

I’m not sure who’s laughing louder at this point

“That’s really pathetic for your planet, kiddo.”

“right!”

How pathetic, I don't think the shield is going to be enough to make sure I don't work weekends. Fuck.

It's fine, I can make training regimes and trick some saps into out competency myself. 

My plan is still salvageable.

I mean people are products of their environments so if everyone they fight is weaker than ya; ok, it stands to reason that they don't need to be powerful enough to be… Interesting… Kinda feels like the wrong word, but the right sentiment.

Whatever. At least the potential for payback is about what I projected it to be.

Not so much at the scope, but I digress,

Fucking main character energy. At least my ass looks fantastic.

…

Mrs. V has the sense to not ask me any questions, just focuses on getting kiddo all sorted into a room of her own.

Still no questions after tucked in and the house closed down for the night. Or at any point in the bottle of vodka opened and consumed by us.

Least this fat ass tofu wrap is delicious.

The sky is lightening up a bit but by no means pink. 

Busy, busy evening. Far more than energy I had.

At least the walk is nice for clearing my head. Engaging with people in a kind and open manner requires a lot of energy.

Guess that's what happens when people are happiest to see covered in bits of gore and things you know. Meant the area was safe enough to at least move around a bit.

It's kinda weird now that I think I notice, having sights on my door. 

that these eyeballs of mine be drooping. Huh, the great insomniac is officially tired.

Maybe I'll throw a parade after I wake up… Probably not.

It would be funny to scare the shit out of useless assholes but ce la vie.

I gotta bed to enjoy, score.