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Every time you read my blog an angel gets its wings.

It’s almost 2 AM. I can’t sleep as usual. I have this awful feeling. I had been working on a new story for some time and about five months ago stop. I just feel like I abadoned my friends. I need to start again.

Today there was a hailstorm in my neighbor. About 50 trees were torn down and the streets flooded.

Today I went to NJ. I had to drive on the NJ Turnpike, which is also a pleasurable parking lot of a road. But traffic is not what I want to talk about. The real problem is the smell. For those of you that have driven on the NJ turnpike, you know what I mean. For those of you that have never had the pleasure, it smells as if Hubba Bubba made gum out of cat crap! (I could see the wrapper now - Yum?crapalicious.) The place smells like a giant, greasy ass! I had to hold my breath for 30 miles. Even my toes turned blue from the lack of oxygen. The sickest part is when you are heading north there is actually a capped dump that is shaped like a giant ass. No wonder why the GWB only charges to leave NJ. Tourism would go in the crapper if people had to pay to get in. Maybe they could fence of that giant ass-shaped mound and sell admission.