Cleaning
December 11th, 2004 at 9:43am |
The bits of my dreams I can remember involve cleaning the house of my former landlord and going to a store where I found some obscure Doctor Who stuff.
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The nothing
December 11th, 2004 at 12:35am |
Walking outside tonight after work was magical, for about two seconds. The parking lot and everything in it was obscured by fog.
It could be the kind of mist that could be a precursor to something wonderful, like the appearance of fairies, or the kind of heavy fog that is the harbinger of something nasty about [...]
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