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the fog this morning reminded me of the time bill and i drove all night to san fransisco to see our friends. i was sleeping but he told me later that he couldn't see past the headlights and i got mad at him that he didn't pull over. i wasn't really mad. it reminded me the time we all went to the movies and three carloads of us headed home in fog so thick that i really did feel like i was driving in the deep sea or something. i don't remember who but somebody in the backseat put their hand on my shoulder and said, "i know we're going to make it." it reminded me of countless beach trips we took real late or real early. the weekends were ours, searching for change to feed the meters. once i walked to school and i could hear people on the street walking around me but i couldn't see them, it was scary and cool. anyway, it reminds me of home. i drove to work remembering being 18 and invincible and in love. it's funny because today i got to listen to a song birdie recorded in my room a few weeks ago called "fog." i can't make out a word she's saying, but i like it a lot.