Look at me, I'm made of wonderful, wonderful

Sphere, I am disappoint. I expected loads and loads of ball jokes this go round. Do I have to start listing them myself? Don't let me down.

Or are you too busy dodging the things and having swordfights on the pirate ship?

You know, I think Elvis is responsible for all this crap. Let's find him if he stops vanishing into thin air every time you try to get a good look at him.

... but check and see if it's me first, okay? I found a nice rhinestone suit in my closet this morning in place of my normal clothes. Stylish, but doesn't do much to hide my martini gut. I also walked out my bedroom door this morning and right into a barrier of duct tape.

Now that's what I call a sticky situation.

[Yes, Derrick has an opinion on Youth vanishing and on everything else happening, but he's not sharing here. You know him- he jokes to cope when bad things happen.]

[Assume that Derrick's skimmed all the entries he's missed and spotted Genius'. Yes, he has an opinion on what happened in the elevator; no, he's not going to be sharing here. He doesn't quite realize how much time has passed, either.]

Hey, man-twin, why are you bitching that I haven't made you dinner yet? I was only gone for a little bit to get coffee thanks to dreaming about tea with Bernard. Took a bit of a detour in the elevator along the way, but it hasn't been THAT long, has it? Where are you, in fact? I thought you'd be here pining away for me, fork and knife in hand, looking pathetic til you get your supper.

[A pause as he thumbs back through his journal again, finds the last entry he remembers reading, comes back to the current page.]

...how DID all these entries pop up in such a short time period, anyway?

I want to know what the hell kind of drugs this place is on, and more importantly, where I can get some. First, dreams about silver trees and an orange sky on Saturday night, and- I think my brain made up something about the fire I've heard so much about and made me dream about THAT last night... til it turned into an ocean. I have no idea. Maybe my subconscious is trying to tell me something.

I am also hard at work on my first masterpiece. It will be a touching work that'll be sure to please everyone and leave them CLAMORING for my autograph. Can't say anything more than that, because what's the fun if I spoil the surprise? Of course, I need to perfect my masterful book-making technique first. I, ah, am still learning the ropes.

[Derrick had Fred's dream Saturday night and Eternity's last night.]