What day is it?

I'd suspect one of my work mates of drugging the very bad airline tea from the airport, only I'm guessing they probably didn't need to. A week of broken sleep + working my arse off + worrying self sick + international flight = dead to the world witch, by all accounts. I just woke up. I think it's Thursday. And by all accounts there was a drug orgy at the mansion while I was...

Angelo's awake back and using the journals? Why didn't someone wake me? I'm off to the mansion.