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11:49 pm: Because of the rush of public what-have-you, I've been working hard on updating the security at the Baxter Building. Reed Richards was a damn genius in all respects, but uh. Planning for the reincarnate world? Not something he did. It's going pretty well, and it's cool to put use to some of my MIT stuff. What's not cool? The three separate times I shocked myself because somebody forgot I was working and kept turning on the power. Now, I'm not going to name names because you know who you are, but seriously. Stop touching. Just because I'm awesome and manly doesn't mean I'm shock proof outside of my suit.

Which, P.S., is also locked away under high-end security until things calm down. Or whenever I need to wear it. But other than that, lockdown. Of the secure type.

...THAT'S NOT A CHALLENGE.

03:54 pm: Somebody asked me if I'm related to Obama today. Seriously, people? The man and I don't even look alike. She was damn convinced to the point that she was begging me to get his autograph for her. Because, you know, people close to the President generally walk around in clothes they got from the thrift store. We're just that cool.

Moral of the story: Just because I'm black doesn't mean I'm related to every other damn black person in the world.

03:11 pm: Alright, somebody with some superheroing expertise and preferably with a little bit of brain in your noggin... I know my suit isn't supposed to be making this noise. I think something happened to it during that last fight in Gotham. It's making grinding noises, and I can't get the stupid thing on.

Don't look at us like that, Tony. We know you're using that stupid smirk. This isn't funny.

Anybody want to help a newbie out? I'm trying my best to fix it, but I've already blasted a hole in my wall.

09:39 pm: [1]
The ultimate revenge on an awful colleague? 'Misplace' that important letter from upstairs asking for something to be done. It really messes things up for them.

I wish I had the guts to do that. One day. Actually, no. Hopefully never. 'One day' suggests I'm going to be stuck as a mail clerk for the rest of my life, or at least a long time into the future, and I definitely don't want to agree to that. Graduate from MIT and use your skills to pass pieces of paper to pretentious executives... Only in this economy.

Enough whining. My name's Wesley Roberts. They guy upstairs is telling me he needs to get in contact with Iron Man or something. I'm kind've hoping he's actually in Robert Downey Jr. because at least I'll meet a celebrity out of this. His name's uh...Rhodey? Yeah. Weird name, I know.

09:05 pm: reincarnatemods
( Stop talking like you're Iron Man. )