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I'm reading through my friends list and seeing that a lot of people are having bad days lately. There must be something greater than us all responsible for shifting our realities in such a way. Blame it on fate, the devil, astrological phenomenons, but don't blame yourself. We're all in this together. I was having a decent week last week, and now I'm all tired and sleeping poorly again, and my mind keeps turning to disturbing things.

Well, at least I found a story idea in my unwanted thoughts about robot prostitute fortune cookies.

Evil Plan: Phase 1

The wife and I enjoy regular romps through the yard in search of our pet tumbleweed. The winds have been high lately, letting the tumbleweed run free as it was meant to. I think Virginia needs more tumbleweed. If only somebody would start ebaying more tumbleweeds. We'd buy them and try to introduce Russian Thistle to Virginia. The nonnative plant would run wild here. The landscape would be thick with tumbleweeds at certain times of the year. Weather reports would include measurements and predictions for tumbleweed storms. Traffic would need to be rerouted as avalanches of dried Russian Thistle rolled through towns. Hollywood would do a shot for shot remake of the classic film The Blob, using tumbleweeds rather than grape jelly. Thick with Thistle, the land would only be safe for Brer Rabbit. Now...what to do for Phase 2 of my evil plan?