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The city has been enveloped in this thick fog, like we're living on the moors in a Sherlock Holmes novel. I do not know if that reference makes sense, as I have only read one Sherlock Holmes novel and in it he was an opium junkie and it was primarily urban, but the general impression I have of Sherlock Holmes involves fog on the moors, though I am unclear about exactly what moors are. Anyway, point is it's sort of creepy, especially because it's pretty abnormal for Melbourne to have fog to quite this extent. I took that photo while walking home from a party tonight. I sort of expected to get murdered because bad things happen in the fog, but I made it home safe.

I took my bike for a ride on Tuesday and rode like four or five kilometres, which is really not all that far but I am pathetically unfit so I was pretty impressed with myself. I had grand plans to take it out every day, so of course I promptly fell ill on Wednesday; all I did for all of Wednesday and most of Thursday was sleep and try not to tilt my head too much as it lead to insane dizziness.

When I was a little kid I used to have dizzy spells, when I was about three, I think. My mother said it used to freak her out so much because she'd always worry it would happen while I was climbing the monkey bars or something and I'd end up dead. I seem to have survived alright though. I don't really remember it, except for this vague impression of sitting on a brown velvet armchair in my house in Canberra and looking at a picture book and then the room suddenly spinning. Thinking about this is making me feel ill again.

I want to do some kind of meme but I can't think of anything.

sam: what's your post about?
fitz: i took a photo of the fog
and then just rambling to fill space
uh
illness
sam: why is there so much
it freaked me out
fitz: dizzy spells when i was little
sam: well no i just thought my glasses were dirty
then i dismissed it
fitz: no it's seriously foggy :|
sam: maybe the world is ending
wouldn't that be cool
fitz: we could camp in an abandoned shopping centre
sam: OH MY GOD
FIC WHERE
fitz: toast marshmellows over a fire in a bin
sam: KAME AND JIN
AND PI
GET
LOCKED IN
SOMEWHERE
AFTER HOURS

All our conversations end up in the same place.