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I was born on a Thursday. I always hated that the little line for Thursday's child was that "Thursday's child has far to go," but I think it may be rather apt. I'm taking my time. No rush. It's a long road (we hope). The scenery and roadside attractions are often lovely (even if equally often they are terrifying). The distant, mountainous horizon gets nice sunset, sunrise, and storm-moving-in effects. Sometimes I think I can see a very cool and intriquing castle/palace/temple thing up in its heights, waiting for me. It moves in and out of deep mists, and many colors flicker within its minarets and arches.

Just about finished Dracula and then I have to write a story. Fast. Yipes.