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I thought I was moving to Hopkins, but I think I'm actually in Amityville. The house debacles this weekend are enough to make you laugh...in a real Vincent Price kind of way. I have to go to bed right now, but oh do I have material for this week.

Excuse me, I have to go now. The walls are bleeding again.

Posted June 29, 2003 11:51 PM



We need stories. Bandage up the walls and start typing!

Just be careful of the "red room" in the basement under the stairs.