Dear Diary,

After what felt like an eternity, the council finally made up their leechi nut sized brains and reinstated me as Chief.

It's not like I wasn't expecting it. I mean, I am the second greatest Chief Republic City has ever seen, and I'm second only to my own flesh and blood.

After the Equalist fiasco, no one really trusted anyone to do anything. Getting the Triads in order after Saikhan's excuse for a police force was no easy task. It wasn't anything I couldn't handle. Saikhan was fuming.

I don't really see why; it's obvious I'm the better choice for Chief. Nevertheless, it is the woe of competent people, is it not?

That's why I haven't written in so long. I've been working so hard to fix the clusterfuck caused by Saikhan.

I truly wish him the best in his other endeavours. I don't really know what he's doing now, though I think I caught him staring at my ass once.

I am 51 years old, and I still have it. It's the only thing that gets me up out of bed in the morning anymore.

Hm... I can't remember what else I have to share with you. What's happened since I've written last? Equalists, my reinstatement- oh! I remember now. Korra's loverboy wanted to become a police officer. Saikhan, being the flaky asshole that he is, let him read the brochures or Spirits know what else we have for recruiting and he was adamant about joining as soon as the Equalists were stopped. I for one am totally against him becoming part of my elite, my family. Unfortunately, Saikhan already signed the paperwork for him to start at the academy, the bastard. How Mako is paying for it is beyond me. It isn't particularly expensive, but something tells me he got ahold of his rich ex-girlfriend's money.

Poor girl. First her mother, then her father, now her idiot boyfriend. I remember when I first met her. Such a sweet girl. No one deserves that, but she most of all.

Anyway, back to Mako. I searched through his files the other day to make sure that he won't be eligible for the police force- I'm sorry I meant to insure his position on my force. You would not believe the record this kid has. Why I wasn't aware of it is beyond me.

It wasn't anything particularly bad, though he has had some scrapes and questioning about possible triad activity, which I suppose is somewhat of a good thing. Perhaps he won't be able to stay on the force?

I doubt it. Whatever he's gotten into is probably not as bad as I'm hoping it will be. I'm afraid I'll be stuck with him then. Sigh. Mako and his stupid... whatever they are that he says whenever he catches another criminal. I swear on Koh if I hear one of those stupid sayings again I will personally throw him in a bear cage.

And from what I've heard the inmates complain about, I'm only hearing the tip of the iceberg.

And I haven't even talked about how reckless the little shit is. The boy tore up the damn street stopping some lowlife in a satomobile. He could have killed someone! Not to mention the paperwork I had to fill out to give to the council so that they could get a crew to repair the bleeding street. I gave him a firm warning afterward, and I told him if he kept it up he'd be a detective. I meant this sarcastically, of course, though I don't know if that leechi-brained idiot knew I was joking. His face was too dumbstruck to read. I'm hoping he got the message to clean up his act, or he'll be out of here faster than he can say one of his damn puns or whatever they are. I don't have time for this. I'm working like a polarbear dog all the time. There is so much going on. I don't have time for Mako's gibberish.

Oh. I've also forgotten. Kya stopped by and visited me. It's been such a long time; I truly enjoy spending time with her. I need to make more time for her and for my family in general. I've been too much of a workaholic these past few years and I've really been missing out on so much. It was a nice break from the stress lately.

Kya and I caught up on gossip, family, everything. I had no intention of talking to her as long as I did. I'm buried in paperwork up to my eyeballs.

I actually invited her over to my apartment. Rather out of character for me, I know. Ever since my bending was restored I've felt like a new person. I don't really know how to describe it. I'm still abrasive and sarcastic and horny as ever, but I feel... lighter for some reason. More spontaneous. Perhaps it's seeing my family after so many years away? I don't know. I am enjoying the feeling though. I hope it'll last. It's much better than the stress I've been feeling now.

Anyway, I invited Kya over to my apartment and it was awkward for some reason. I don't really know why, though I've never been particularly good at reading a room, especially with Kya. That may have something to do with it. She had this energy about her; I don't really know how to describe it. It was as if there was something she wanted to say. Maybe she's having issues? I really don't know. I wish she would tell me. I told her about what has been bothering me lately. There's been so much stress and work and not to mention the tension brewing at the North and South Poles as of late. Tenzin had the audacity to invite me to his family vacation.

At a time like this? Paperwork up to my eyeballs? The President breathing down my neck? Mako's tomfoolery nearly making me get suspended?

It was a nice thought, but really, Tenzin? You clearly haven't learned to read a room at all. You're not the center of the world and the world doesn't revolve around you. I thought I beat that into you years ago. Oh well. What are you going to do, right?

I really should be going. Like I said, paperwork to my eyeballs and it'll be to my hair if I don't get working soon. It's going to be a late night for me.


I hope Lin isn't OOC.

Like I said in the description, this can be read as a continuation to Lin's Diary, but as my writing and understanding of Lin Beifong has grown and matured, the humour and content has matured as well. She will read almost entirely different from LD, and I feel like it's for the better. Please send me your thoughts.

-Amelia/Mariska

PS. I was formerly nycmb, but I felt that my old pen name, Mariska, was not mature enough for my writing. I have since changed my pen name to Amelia Blair, though I will go by both.