Scary roads!

In the past three days, I have nearly been sideswiped by someone in the other lane crossing over the yellow line no less than five times.

If I randomly stop updating, assume it is because I was finally hit and have been killed or put into a coma and sent back in time or something.


AND SO CONCLUDES TODAY'S ANNOUNCEMENT.


(Also, I woke up this morning at 5 am and promptly freaked out about a multitude of things, still none of which should have qualified as freak-out inducers. FUN. At this point, I'm not entirely convinced I haven't been struck and am, in fact, already in a coma and having a bizarre dream.)

... (ARE YOU ALL JUST FIGMENTS OF MY IMAGINATION??)

ALL THE FISHIES IN THE DEEP BLUE .... ME.

ME, Maine, the state. Not me, the person. Silly coma-induced figments of my imagination! There are not fishes in Jecca! (... or if there are, she doesn't know about them.) Also, Jecca is not deep blue, though she was told once that her aura was blue.

MY MOTHER, SHE WANTS TO EAT THE LOBSTER. The lobster is better in Maine. (Probably on account of Maine having, you know, an ocean coast?) On Friday, we attack at dawn! And we stop in to see ineptmagicuser, because we can and it's what all the weird people do. Then we go to Portland or something and eat seafood, spend the night somewhere, and head home again Saturday morning.


Just to eat dinner! I don't know, it seems a bit excessive, but hopefully it will be fun.