Vanitas is back, and I've yet to have any odd dreams like the one I related to you all.
I think Vanitas is sick; when she came in, she just lay down on the couch and passed out. When she woke up, she looked at me, smiled, and said: "jet lag". She's been coughing up a storm, though. Also: apparently, I don't know how to work phones, since she's been calling me every day for the last week or so. Oops.
She says she's not sure about how the cat got into her room, but she'll be careful not to let it happen again.
Good heavens, why is it so cold in here? I thought it was autumn, not winter. Gaaah I think I'll just go to sleep.