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Sad, Mournful Songs Of Turbulence And Hydrocarbon Chemistry

Seems some of my UMBMA (Upper Midwest Blog Managers Association) brethren are complaining of mid-winter ennui, myself included. I haven’t left the house since Sunday, nor have I had much motivation to do anything around the house…save for some reading and laying about. Feeling a bit under the weather, and exceedingly uninspired. Even my dreams are dull. When the little man woke me up this morning I realized I’d been dreaming about Viggo Mortensen. That’s promising, right? Wrong. So I was walking through a packed parking lot towards Betty II, my little VW Golf. But it was completely blocked in by a ginormous truck/SUV thingie. An apologetic Mr. Mortensen approached me. He was sorry for having parked so badly, but was unable to get his beast started. We stood around in awkward silence, waiting for AAA to arrive. Pretty hott, huh?