"I woke last night to the sound of thunder. How far off, I sat and wondered. I started hummin' a song from 1962. Strange how the night moves . . . " - Night Moves,by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band.

Man, you've got to love spring in the Midwest. I mean really, who doesn't love the soothing sounds of pouring rain and distant thunder? I'm being dead serious though, I quite love the storms around here. When they're calm anyways.

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I guess I should show you all what I look like since I've been on here for so long so here goes nothing:

I'm the guy with darker hair.

And while we're at it, here's one of my car:

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It's a nice day to, start again.

Okay first off, I feel like an idiot. I've spent the last two days trying to figure out why I couldn't get any chapter to save past a certain point, only to realize the culprit was this:

Edit: *facepalm* I'm real bright aren't I? It was a symbol with three music notes I'd been using on the Gdoc version, apparently it wont save at all on the sight and anything after it is deleted.

Okay so I can't get the site to save more than half of any chapter I try to update/edit and spamming the save button just leaves it spinning and not doing anything . . . Any suggestions?

I can't even post chapter updates . . .

After just doing so, I went back and found half of all of them missing and couldn't find a reason for why . . .

"When I meet god, I'm punching him in the throat." - Me, earlier today.

At approximately 10:35 a.m. today my heart was ripped out of my chest. We all knew it was coming for maybe a year or so, but it still took us by surprise.

What I'm talking about though isn't my heart / head conditions, nor my borderline suicidal depression, but rather the death of my family's beloved Doberman Pinscher; whose health had very slowly started to decline over the past year or so until late last night.

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'Cause I'd love to take it to my back porch right now.

Especially since I basically just spent my entire weekend lying down in pain because I slipped on some ice, while letting one of my dogs out, and fell flat onto my back.

To sum things up: Good God above do I hate ice, and my dogs are strong f**kers.

Note: Sorry if this seems odd, it's 11:01 here and my phones acting up aswell.

So I'm sitting here at almost 2:00 a.m. unable to breath through my nose, withe a temp in the lower 100's and trying not to throw up, but listening to Pink Floyd's helping to ease the pain so that I can get on my feet again.*

*Thinly veiled reference is thinly veiled.

Yup I figured it was about time I'd changed my name.

Nothing more to say about it.

I like to tag stories too much, don't I?

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Well, I’m not normally one to ask for help but I’d like to know if anyone out there knows, or is, an editor. As stated in an earlier blog post, I’ve decided to redo the first chapters of From Under The Cork Tree. Before anyone asks, it’s because I feel I could write them better than I originally had. That being said, my original editor and I agreed that a new set of eyes would help me find any problems, either grammatical or story-wise. If anyone wants to help out, simply send me a

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