Blah2blah is close at hand. Frightened? I am. But I'm not afraid of planes falling out of the sky. I'm afraid of you. Behave yourself, my friend.
It's half past four and it's pitch black out there.
Some of you are probably wondering whether I'm making it or not, considering my last :: teeth ::. I'm just fine. I promise.
I dreamed a lot last night. Strange dreams that I can only barely remember. They weren't bad or good, either. They were just dreams.
Damn it all, I want to tell you a good story. There just aren't any to tell today.
Unless you have one.
