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Bombarding the net with slightly greasy solar atoms for almost 10 years…
Until It’s Over
Last night was zombie city… in my brain.
No idea where it came from, but it was 100% non-stop zombie action in my dreams. I wouldn’t quite classify them as “nightmares”, but I was definitely be chased by zombies. Very strange.
That’s nothing compared to this morning though…
When I got into my car to head into work, on my passenger seat – just sitting there – was a rather large folding knife. It’s not mine. It’s certainly not Corinne’s. Where the fuck did it come from?
I immediately thought that maybe someone went to break into my car (Jeep + softtop = easy target) and they may have left their knife behind. I checked all of my windows and nothing seems torn. I purposefully leave nothing in my car and the doors unlocked to try to prevent people cutting my windows, but I obviously have no way of knowing if this is the case or not.
Fucking weird.
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