May 25, 2011 10:02
On days like these, I can't help but think of the difference between frogs and toads. And of course, of the other cliches that warn of impulse, the unknown, and other pleasant topics.
How many of us will die, while the fog lasts? How many will be injured? We like to visit others, in order to feel sanity. Or sometimes, our zombie maid doesn't bring us a roll of toilet paper, and we need to buy more.
Then there are those who want to fight. I have nothing to say to them, but good luck.
I can't help but wonder when the fog will pass.
!: franken stein,
!: quorra,
!: tim/masky,
medusa gorgon