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The fog is thick, and swirling. I've not seen it quite like this before, so heavy that you can't see the next light on the highway and yet moving like water. Standing on the edge of the parking lot, my building is wreathed in a mist. Didn't drive more than 50 on the way home, for the visibility was so poor. It makes everything soft.

I drove on the overpass today. My heart pounded painfully loud in my ears, but I needed to prove to myself that I can do it.

All the ice had melted this afternoon, except for a little patch under the cluster of oak trees in the front yard. I pulled weeds and threw them for the cat to chase.

Need stamps, and movies, and more caffiene.

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I am filled with the desire to do nothing.

no sunshine today

If I find the "Unknown" caller who rang my phone at 10am this morning, I will hunt them through the waking world and the wired, and personally pull out their entrails and give them a reading on their future.

I need to change my phone sound so it doesn't seem so much like my alarm clock. I kept hitting the clock, trying to make it stop.

But aside from being woken up so unpleasantly, I had nice dreams, and so far an amusing day. The people across the street are adding onto their house yet again, so there are men working out there. I swear that one of them shouted, "Job's done!" in a voice exactly like the peasants in WarCraft.

Mike, one of the guys who started work at First American at the same time I did, gave me a copy of one of his movies. Dollyween II, and it's a riotous parody of the Halloween series. I giggled madly through it, especially when the Meyers doll chases the guy into his closet.