Brumaire, birthday

Birthday that day, starting car in pervaded fog of highway front line, and also end in the same scene. CD in the car as if many years have not been replaced. Singing tearjerker. Fog not see the road ahead, fascinated by the effect, however, conscious but sober as hell, like legs dangling dancers.

Birthday Eve, I finished a short story. My friend G reading useful touches. He saw that I put into more inclusive mind. This to me, has been quite difficult. Extreme and stubborn still I'm good at showing the human face, however there may be a decade from start grow into putting on airs, so the total of the extra something.

Middle school when studying history, the French Revolution in that chapter, I remember that November is called Brumaire. However there may be a decade, I really see such a big fog, and deeply remember. Really awakened feeling seems to have been in the midst, now only then this long fog look.

Look at the mist. I did not Palao, do not feel alone, and even forgave his committed some serious errors. This is also no more. But is not something missing.

Thanks for greeting everyone. Thank to accompany my all, and especially to thank in particular should be grateful. In particular, I remember, pocket a loaded gift that says a Traditional word "group": focus "exclusively" to be surrounded. This is something that needs to be delivered in the reunion. I understand.