And I do have happy things to write about. I -am- grateful.

I had a cut on my back and I placed my finger on it. Blood crept onto my finger. I smelled the blood, on my finger. It smelled like iron. I found that quite odd.

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While we were trick-or-treating today we came across a house where the lady threw tootsie rolls at me. I told her I was the oracle of Delphi. She threw tootsie rolls and said, "back to the stones with you." I have officially been damned.

I foresee her falling and hurting herself. Naturally.