Atashiwa Atashi.

I have a secret.
And I'm not going to say a thing.

I just witnessed it being 11:11:11 (Pacific time)...Make a Mega-Wish!

How the hell am I supposed to answer that question?

All of a sudden, the world is full of things like plastic knives and hooks hanging from the ceiling.  I can't comprehend it, for some reason...And I'm not quite sure what it is I can't comprehend.  It's like I'm being pushed over with the mass wave of...something.  Of sharp aluminum cans and silverware and cleaning supplies and speeding cars and, hell, razor blades, even.
It's hard to explain.  It's weird how different you can feel after ten days.  In places like that, ten days seems like years.

I made a post card last night.  Going to end it in tomorrow (I forgot to bring it to work to get the address.)
Masha will probably guess it's mine if they post it.  I think it's good enough, but then it does have to contend with a growing number of submissions.