Yup, it's the same blog - I just fancied it up a bit. I love it.
It's getting to be that time. I should get back to work, but I'm tired. The fog is still here, and it brings to mind a scary thing mom used to say when it was foggy outside. "Nice night for a murder," she'd say, pulling the kitchen curtain aside and peering out into the night. What a kidder.
Funny, mom really didn't laugh much. She preferred horror shows above all else, and I never could figure that out.
That's the way I used to feel. Now, though, I think I finally understand why.
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