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I lay in bed, too tired to get up, but too awake to fall back asleep. I glance over to my alarm clock, it reads 7:51 AM.

Ugh, I didn't get enough sleep.

I sigh deeply and sit up in my bed, rocking gently, my body not fully awake. I faintly hear Nighwish on my stereo, Ghost love score was the song. I leave my music on overnight, I find I have far more interesting dreams when I leave it on. It keeps my brain stimulated.

I blink and rub my eyes. I realize there's no sleep waiting for me in my bed, so I take a few steps to the computer and check my email.

I hate junk mail. "Offer confirmation." "University of Phoenix," "Culinary Schools," "Windows Replacement." It's all the same, every day. How do these people get my Email?

I guess I can't complain, I don't get penis enlargement ads or breast enlargement. Every now and then I get "meet singles now" but not nearly as often as some would expect. I do Get Livejournal responses though, and those usually brighten up my day. Torfur digest, Boxofficemojo, and my aunt, sending me things nearly daily.

I guess I don't have it too bad.

After my enlightening series of deletions, I decide to go to my Livejournal and respond to any post on my journal, which is like a habit of mine. I can't leave a comment on my journal without a response. I don't know why, perhaps it's a branch of obsessive compulsiveness. I never saw it as a crutch, so I have never tried to stop.

Aw crap, gotta pee, and I hear a visitor upstairs, but I'm only in my underwear. Oh well, I'll pee anyway, I live here.

Up the stairs I go. It's only Maggie. "Hi Mags." I cheerfully say.

"G'mornin' Gordon." She chirps up, equally cheerfully. "Where'd your clothes go?"

I smile and think of a joke. "I left them at your place, sorry."

She just laughs and goes back to crocheting with my mother, whom doesn't speak to me. I'm not offended, sometimes she's counting and can't look up. I just go to drain my bladder. It's a good feeling.

Back downstairs I return. I slump down in my chair with a heavy sigh. Here's to another day of doing nothing. I say to myself.

I look over at my DVD shelf and remember that Chris dropped off some DVD's and borrowed another, so I open up my Movie list on my computer, and update the Database. Titus is back, so is Equilibrium, Life of Brian, and Serenity. He borrowed the Departed. I ensure that the status column is accurate, so if a movie goes missing I know where it is.

Stitchwolf and Sunie still have Children of men. That's okay, I'd rather they take the time to enjoy that phenomenal movie than bug them for it back.

Wouldn't hurt to ask if they're done with it though.

Oh yeah, we get to watch Hot Fuzz tonight at the furmeet. That's going to be a lot of fun, Lethias said he'd bring my copy and we'd all watch it together. I already paid him the money for it, and he bought it for me, so all's well.

I stand up, with nothing in mind. All I know is that in the back of my head, I need to find something to do, so I crank my tunes back up, now it's Red Hot Chili Peppers. I decide to tidy up a bit. Sort my laundry, put it away, make my bed, fold towels and blankets. The usual rounds. The only things that are left to do are Vaccuming and Laundry.

Right, I could do a load of laundry. That'll keep me busy for a while.

I put a load of clothes in, my stuff goes in first, it's the most important. Then the jeans, then everything else. As it turns out, all the clothes fit, but not the towels. No real loss, I can reuse towels.

"Gordon, can you do me a favour?" I hear my mother call down. I roll my eyes, expecting it to be something like rub her shoulders or make her a coffee.

"Just a minute mom, I'm just putting a load in the washer!" I say as I finish stuffing the clothes in.

"Okay hun, just come here when you're done!"

I put in some fabric softener and detergent, then go upstairs to see my mom. Maggie is gone, she's alone in the living room, crocheting in front of the TV.

She looks at me and smiles. "Thank you so much for that." She tells me. It looks like she's going to cry.

I'm confused, "For what?"

"For doing the chores, then coming up right when you were done. That means a lot to me."

I kinda stare at her, still unconvinced, thinking she's being sarcastic. "I usually do that."

"No, usually we'll call for you, and you'll say, 'just a minute' and we're still calling for you half an hour later. This time, you had a reason for not coming right up, and you actually did when you were done, I appreciate it."

I just shrug. "Meh, it's not that big a deal. What did you want me to do?"

She rolls her eyes at me, partially exasperated. "Can't even accept a compliment, can you?"

"Um, thank you?" I squeak out in the form of a question.

"Can you take the recycling out hun? There's a lot of bottles out there."

I nod. "No problem." I leave to the kitchen and take as many of the bottles as I can, but there's a few items left. No worries, I'll come back and get them.

I get to the garage, where our Recycling bins are, and I'm pissed off. I have been dealing with the sorting of the four bins. Each has it's own purpose. One is for flattenable wood, papers, and cardboard, one is for irregular cardboard, one is for plastic and bottles, the other is for the big things, like detergent bottles.

The cans go out in this bg blue bin. Some dude takes them for some reason. I don't know why.

The problem is that there must have been one day where someone else took the stuff out and just threw the pieces of recycling wherever they wanted. It's irritating, but the truck will be by in a few days, I wouldn't worry too much. We'll live.

Back in I go to get the other pieces, there's a few cans, an orange juice box, and one bottle left.

"You forgot some stuff, there's a can on the counter still!"

"I know mom, I was coming back in to get them. I can only fit so much under my arm."

I sigh and take the rest out, still upset that someone would destroy the beauty that is my sorted recycle bins, then I go back inside and sneak off to the basement again before she sees me or asks me to do any more chores.

Back down in my room, I open up 7chan and check out some of the random pages. Lots of funny shit, I, of course, saved a bunch of the motivational pics, because they're particularly funny.

While channing, I got this interesting idea for a piece of art. It's like, you know those things you get in the highlights for kids books? The one where you have to look at all these pictures, and match them up. "Which two look the same?" Or "which one is different from the rest?" And they're all like, slight variations of the same picture.

Well, I was having this idea for one of those. 16 images, all vastly different. Different objects, different colours, and there's nothing in particular that links them. The caption will say, "which one of these doesn't fit?" and you're expecting the reader to pick one thing that they feel doesn't fit.

Think about it, depending on the image the person picked, it would say something about that person, since there's no real answer.

It's a good artistic idea, but like all my other good ideas, it'll stay in my head and never see the light of day. A waste, I suppose, but that's why I have Livejournal, to express myself.

I'm sitting at my computer, and the washer stops. I decide to tell all the people that I'm talking to that I have to go and have a shower, and I do. I take up one of the left over towels from my room and I go upstairs to have a shower.

"Do you need the bathroom?" I ask my aunt.

"No, not for a while, go ahead." She answers while smoking a cigarette.

I go to ask my mother the same question out of common courtesy, but she's asleep, so she won't be needing the bathroom while I'm in there.

I walk into the bathroom and lock the door behind me. No foul play is afoot, but I notice that when I don't lock the door, someone in my family barges in. It's become a safety feature.

I strip down and turn on the shower. Immediately, my mind races. When I'm in the shower, I have no music, no electrical stimulation, nothing to occupy my mind, so as the water's flowing over my body, I have 15 minutes to think of a million different things from the furmeet tonight, to the environment.

I should cut this shower short, the environment will thank me.

I need to be clean and pretty for the furmeet, I should use listerine as well today.

I shaved yesterday, I don't need to again.

"Way back when I was a little bitty boy, livin in a box under the stairs of the corner of the basement of the house half a block down the street from Jerry's Bait shop....you know the place. Well back then life was swell and everything was juuuust PEACHY! Except of course for the undeniable fact that every single morning, my mother would make me eat a big old bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast.....yeahhh, a big bowl of sauerkraut, every single morning, it was driving me crazy.....

Yes, when I'm in the shower, I recite random lyrics in my head, this time I started singing Albuquerque by Weird Al....I didn't get through it. Unless I'm singing it aloud from memory for a show, I never get all the way through it, my mind wanders.

After my shower, I go back downstairs after getting my aunt the book that she asked for.

I change the load in the washer and put it in the dryer.

It's all so mundane. The same thing every day, sitting on my computer in my room, waiting for something to do, or somewhere to go. I usually hope someone will call, telling me they want to see a movie, but I had just seen a movie the day before, and there were no more movies opening this summer that I really wanted to see. I'd seen it all, all that was left was Superbad and Rush Hour 3.

Oh well, I could do without it.

I sit back down on my computer, and I see that Cole has started a conversation. I roll my eyes and predict what it is he is saying before he says it.

"Ready to chill?" He asks. How predictable.

I even tell him, "how did I know you were gonna say that?" he always wants to come over, and though there's no doubt I like the guy, sometimes there needs to be breathing room.

Sometimes he just needs a firm slap, which I'm not too shy to administer.

"So when can I come over?" He asks.

"About 5:00, just before Lethias gets here."

"Oh, okay. Is he gonna be late again?"

How the hell am I supposed to know? After all, Lethias doesn't get off work till at least 3:00, and hardly contacts me when he gets home. I tell him the same thing I do every Monday, "I don't know, he's not contacted me yet."

I stop talking, I'm too busy downloading furry art now. There are a lot of cool chan boards, and I find it amazingly hard to find very cool furry art that's not also pornographic. I do find a thread dedicated to everything I like in furry art on Lulz.net. "Coolest non pron pictures you've got!" The title reads.

I, of course, take the time to download damn near everything in that thread, then I go to my picture folder and sort everything out, another branch of my obsessive compulsive nature. I have the furries, the non furries, the funny stuff, the inappropriate stuff. The furry folder is divided into clean, dirty, artists, and other. The funny folder is sorted into motivational pictures, cats, animated gifs, and random funny shit.

It's too much, but it's well sorted. It's easy to stay away from the questionable stuff, just in case someone sits down on my computer when I'm not here.

The rest of the day is very similar to the morning. I have nothing to do but doing laundry, tidying up, and writing silly livejournal entries in advance, because I love to write that much. I have random entries waiting to be posted, just in case I don't feel like writing that day, and I have an oath to try and write an entry every day. Haven't missed a day since February.

I look at the time, it's almost 5:00 PM. I expect cole here early, and I feel the need to get a hold of Lethias. That way I can organize the rides and make sure everyone's happy.

Ember may be coming this week, since my brother is stuck up north camping, and doesn't have a ride home till dad gets home. Poor kid, but he'll live, and it would be great to see Ember again.

I wonder if E will be going. Then I realize she likely won't. Something she said on Livejournal made me think that.

I look to see if Lethias is online, and he is, so I message him, asking him when he's gonna be here. He doesn't respond, so I continue writing my livejournal entry.

I admit, I'm addicted to livejournal, there's no denying that. A lot of angst ridden furries and emos love livejournal so they can express themselves, because "nobody understands them!"

Who the fuck cares. I like to write.

So I continue to write, it's what I do, but then Lethias responds. He tells me he doesn't know when he's going to be here.

I get a little upset, as usual. How hard is it to set a time? Even if it's wrong, it won't kill him to be late, he usually is anyway.

Oh well, I stop arguing with him after a short while, as I get too frustrated to deal with the inconsistency and the lack of certainty that plagues his decisions, but then I remind myself of all the good things he's done, because he is a good friend.

I open up a conversation with cole and update him on the times. He, too, is frustrated that Lethias can't give a straight answer, so I just sit around and wait. I have nothing better to do.

While I'm sitting at my computer, I look down at my DVD's and I notice that two cases are out of order, so I fix them up and sigh. Why do people do that on me? Is it just to poke fun of the fact that I'm excessively overprotective and obsessive of my DVD collection?

It's that moment where I remember that my brother has a few of my DS and Wii games in his room, so I decide to go get them. He's not using them, and he knows where they are.

Upon retrieving the game, I opened the case to see that the wrong game was in it. Annoyed, I take it downstairs and don't fix it, because I feel lazy, and that's the kind of mood I'm in.

"I'll fix that later." I say to myself.

I get back to my computer. I find myself incredibly bored, as I've done everything I need to. I've checked all my emails, all my sites, downloaded today's porn, updated my chan boards...there's nothing left.

I look at my clock out of sheer boredom. It's 5:30, lethias should be here soon, so I pack up all the things I need for the meet tonight, which happens to be my PS2, Guitar Hero 2, and my MP3 player.

My stuff packed, I sit back on my computer and cue up a few songs from Guitar Hero, because I now love all the music from those games.

But then my cat, Phantom, jumps up on my lap and won't get down.

"Go on phantom, you're making it hard to type."

She just purrs at me and rubs up against me. It's very cute, and I can't deny her of her pettings, so she get's a good rubdown.

It's amazing how much like my own kin she feels. Again, I'm reminded why I like animals more than humans, why I feel more comfortable around them, and consequently, why I like furries more than mundane humans.

With a smile on my face, I lean back in my chair and imagine what it would be like to be an animal, and what I'd do if one day I woke up and were my own fursona. I thought of all the things I could do. After all, Runa is a tiger man, with enhanced senses, incredible strength, and of course, a lot of very good magic.

Imagine the possibilities.

A smile slowly crept along my cheeks as I imagined all the nasty things I could do to those who pissed me off in the past. It was a great feeling.

Now, I fancy myself a pacifist, always have, but the thought of ripping my enemies in half was a very satisfying feeling.

Truthfully, that's something that will forever stay in fantasy. I could never bring myself to hurt another person or animal unless it was for self preservation, or I was hungry.

I won't even kill a mosquito that sucks my blood, I just brush them off.

Shaking myself from my daze, I get back to surfing the web, talking about movies, but my mind easily wanders yet again, to the comparisons of my fursona and the real me. You know, the real me from when I was writing the Mind Over Matter Series, the me that had incredible telekinetic and psychic powers. I compared this character to Runa, the elemental healer, with minor telekinetic powers.

It was a lot of fun. I even began thinking of what would happen if the two met. Runa could for sure kick Gordon's ass, if Gordon didn't kill Runa first. After all, Runa could make thunderbolts and fire, two things that Gordon can't control. Two of the ONLY things that Gordon can't control.

It's a lot of fun imagining stuff like that, I was even thinking about writing a book about it when I got back from the furmeet.

Just then, Lethias knocked on the door. I walked upstairs and answered the door. "Alrighty, let's go." He said to me.

I shook my head. "Cole's not here yet man, we gotta either wait for him or we go get him."

Lethias looked contemplative. "Well, we better go get him, or we're gonna be late."

I go downstairs to get Guitar Hero and my Laptop, then we're off.

Cole is at his home, getting ready to go to my place when we get there. Perfect timing, I'd say. The three of us piled into the car and headed off to Woodstock to pick up Ember and Welnis.

On the way, I got a text message from Welnis. "When are you guys coming?"

I respond. "On the way man."

Then, after I sent Welnis the text message, I sit back and enjoy the Smash Brothers Music that Lethias had on the stereo.

"So, I, uh, had something happen to me over the weekend." Lethias tells Cole and myself.

"What would that be?" I asked. Lethias shifted a little in his seat. He seemed uncomfortable. "Come on man, if you can't trust us, who can you trust?" I reassured him.

He nodded. "I have awoken. This weekend, I just got this very strong feeling, it was like, I could fly. I felt my wings, I felt my tail. It was all there, I just couldn't see it."

I nodded. Cole looked interested.

I know how he feels, sometimes it's like, you wake up in the morning after a particularly strong dream, and you feel like you can do anything? Well, I get that all the time, like I could really do magic or jump thirty feet in the air. "So, what did you do?" I asked him.

"Well, I haven't done anything, it's just a really cool, tingly feeling I've had all morning. It hasn't went away, it's really strong." Lethias explained.

Cole piped up from the backseat. "That sounds cool. I wish I felt like that!"

"I feel that way sometimes too. It's cool, but it fades in time." I explained.

Nothing more was discussed of the issue, but I did get a text message from Welnis. "Cool." It said, in response to when I sent him a message. I didn't reply.

It wasn't long before we got to Woodstock, where we picked up both Ember and Welnis. I was overjoyed to see Ember go again, so of course I gave her a big hug.

However, we were in a hurry, so we were off on the road again.

"So, I had a strong mental shift yesterday." Ember was telling us.

My ears perk up in curiosity. "You too?" I asked.

"Yeah, me too. Who else had one?"

"I did." Lethias said. "Have been in one all weekend."

The rest of the ca ride up to the meet, we all talked about how we felt, how long our shifts have been going on, and I admitted to having a very strong feeling as well. Only Cole was left out of the conversation, he hadn't had a shift since he became a furry.

I don't think he was a theiran, just a furry. Welnis wasn't one either, I don't think. At least he never said anything about it.

Eventually, we made it to the furmeet. I was disappointed to see that Roman wasn't there. I was supposed to bring Guitar Hero so I could challenge him, but he didn't feel welcome at the meets, so he didn't come. May did though, said she wanted to see me, said it had been a long time since she saw me.

We had a great time, as usual. We watched Hot Fuzz, and everyone seemed to enjoy it. Strype reminded me once again how he was the internet, by showing me the worst of the worst of YTMND and 4chan.

After the meet, which ended early, the lot of us went to Strypes to drink and have a lot of fun. But the oddest thing happened.

We were all sitting in the living room, Except Cooper, who was asleep becuase she had to work the next day, when we heard this low humming noise outside.

The group of us all went to the window to see what was going on. We didn't see anything. At least I didn't.

"What the hell is that?" Cole asked.

We were all confused, I had no idea what was going on.

Strype, Tron, Madius, May, Ember, Welnis, Cole, Lethias, Hawk, Frost, and Ether were all there. All staring out the window when the entire apartment lit up for a moment, then went away, the power to the apartment going out.

"Everyone okay?" Strype asked.

Everyone murmured their confirmations. "Yeah, I'm good." "I'm fine."

After that, all the lights went back on, and it was like nothing happened.

The rest of the night, we were making jokes about aliens and terrorists, but eventually, most people forgot about it.

After everyone got acceptably tipsy, Frost kicked us all out of the apartment and it was time to go. Ember, Cole, Welnis, Lethias, and myself all drove home together.

"Anyone feel odd about that power outage?" I asked.

"I feel a little funny." Ember said. "I've been feeling itchy ever since it happened."

"Yeah, me too." Cole agreed.

I was a little unnerved. I felt a little sick, like I could feel the throbbing of my heart in my ears. I tried to close my eyes on the rest of the trip home as I listened to the rest of the people talking about the light burst.

I didn't catch a lot, I mostly fell asleep most of the ride home. I caught some things about how Lethias was feeling really cold, and how Ember felt she could see really well.

After dropping Ember and Welnis off, we went back to my house. It was 2:30 AM by the time we got home, and I said goodbye to Cole and Lethias before stumbling back downstairs into my bed. I was not only really tired, but I felt quite sick. I even took a bucket downstairs just in case I threw up.

I didn't even check my email before falling asleep, I just fell facefirst on my bed and was out almost instantly.

The next morning, I woke up feeling better. The sun was bright, and the house was loud. I felt the people walking around upstairs, I could hear the water flowing in the pipes, everything was active, but I had to pee.

I was only wearing underwear, but I didn't care if anyone saw me. I was too tired. I glanced over to my clock, it read 4:17 AM. That can't be right. Oh well, must have shut off during the power outage. I thought to myself and went upstairs anyway.

Nobody was awake. My aunt's bedroom door was still closed, the living room door was closed. And the upstairs clock read 4:17 AM.

Now wait a minute, this can't be right, it's light outside. I quickly glanced outside. Shiloh was on the back porch asleep. Nobody was moving up, no vehicles moved.

I looked to the sky, it was still the morning light, with a little hint of orange, and many stars in the sky still. No sun, but a very bright moon.

I shook off the odd feeling and went to go to the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet, in case I had to do number 2. When I finished, I stood up and flushed the toilet, only to look in the mirror, but not see myself.

No, instead, I was Runa. With black and orange stripes, pointy ears, and a pushed out muzzle.

I blinked and tried to wipe the sleep from my eyes, but the fur on my arm got in my eye.

I pinched myself on the arm, trying to wake myself from this odd dream, but I didn't wake. I did, however, poke myself with my claw.

"What the hell happened to me?" I said to myself, but it didn't sound like me, it sounded like someone was imitating me and doing a good job, but it was still obviously not me.

I looked down at my body, and I could tell, I was a goddamn furry. I was Runa.

My dream had come true!

Back down to my room I raced so I could write a livejournal entry about it.