June 17th, 1895
Things are really picking up. More than halfway through our first rotation and I'm wondering if I might stay or go for something else. We have the option to keep going with what we've started in or try something else. I know I definitely don't want to go into the entomology division, bugs can stay far, far away. The closest I plan to get is whatever I feed Bram. There's an avian rotation I might try, if only to bring back stories for Mrs. Miller. I do want to venture into the jungle though and see what's inside. That might be next, truthfully. I didn't think I would enjoy the aquatic rotation as much as I have. It's been helpful for getting over the fear of water. It definitely helps that the lagoon and reef are so different from the Black Lake, but I haven't had the drowning nightmare since the last time. I'm far more comfortable swimming now than I am flying.
Now it's everything else. A couple times a week I wake up panicked, in a cold sweat and I still can't figure out how to make it stop without the cuts. I'm starting an alarming collection. Harry's going to notice sooner or later. It's always falling, or feeling the electricity; flashes of living as someone else. I wish I knew what was causing them to happen so often or how to make them stop permanently and without hurting myself. Fortunately the salt water helps it to heal quickly and my bathing costume covers that part of my arm, but it's going to get suspicious sooner rather than later. I've got to figure out what's wrong with me.
STB