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Jul. 31st, 2009 06:20 pmAll sorts of friends have reported in achey and tired today. Every single one of them lives in the north-south-ish arc from Sydney to Melbourne via Canberra. I want to extrapolate an interterrestrial, supercelestial, ultraesoteric plot, but that's because I'm watching the X-Files. I've put off watching the X-Files for years and now my mind is crowded with fears and vile designs.
They're all wrong, though. No aliens. No demons. No dastardly government plans. The reality of the plague of evil moods, is that we've had weather blowing up from Melbourne, through Canberra, and to Sydney. The truth is out there. The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind. Or it is the wind?
They're all wrong, though. No aliens. No demons. No dastardly government plans. The reality of the plague of evil moods, is that we've had weather blowing up from Melbourne, through Canberra, and to Sydney. The truth is out there. The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind. Or it is the wind?