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02.14.02 :: 12:36 am Man, is it so not a good idea to be watching a biography of Lizzie Borden and other murderers right now. All alone. Happy Valentine's Day, I know. And the creaking and croaking of various pipes in this old, converted factory ... it's haunting. Where is My Boy when I need him most? In Pocatello. Idaho... Well, at least the Stoosh dog will bark should anything shady go down. What am I saying? I am putting myself on serious bed rest. Starting now. |