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I'll be glad when this fog clears, as I'm sure a lot of people here will be. We've been trying to keep busy at home though to keep our minds off what's going on. Still, there's a great sense of unease about the fog when I do have to go out in it. I hope everyone is faring well out there in the OC today.

In lieu of little else to do, I thought I'd allow myself a certain bit of nostalgia. And by that I mean it's been ages since I've had a look at the variety of gifts the dreams have bestowed upon me. Now, seeing as I'm something of an observant man, I immediately noticed something not quite right. I've got this rather impressive scepter that usually has a certain glow about it.

It's not glowing anymore. And it is very cracked.

Has anyone by chance seen a very lovely, very unusual sort of stone? You'd know it right away if it were out of place. It's not exactly the sort of thing that's safe to handle.

PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT, PEEPS: Don't ever go to someone's house and help yourself to their soup. It might have a contaminated human foot in it, and it won't be until after you've helped yourself to a serving that you find out. Minus 100 points when your insides bleed out of your face due to said contamination.

I haven't dreamt about the superduper awesome cure that could potentially save my life, but I did dream about threatening a nurse at needle point and escaping off to the graveyard like some emo kid. My nurse here is actually a murse and he's hot. If I didn't look and feel as gross as I do, I might have touched his butt.

maybe.

a little bit.

okay, a lot a bit.

Something is up with this fog, and I don't mean just that it's here screwing up the county.  I'm like... normal again, which would make me happy if I weren't trying to... y'know. Survive. It feels like, I don't know... Like something else is out there, too.

Anyone else feeling it?

For no other reason than it has been miserable weather around here lately, here are some cute sloths being washed and hung out to dry.