r. texted omg it's so foggy out there! i can't even see the lagoon across the street. cool! i texted, is no fog here. a nano later i texted, oh it just came.
mister was walking in slow motion like a dream. i walked through the tunnel and looked back and he had found a girl. from paris, named marie. she studied calvino, the baron in the trees. 

i asked her if people in paris thought america was crazy. yes, anyway the people she knows.
i said do you want to read my blog? and then started to mumble about it and get embarrassed. i said i just don't know what it is and she said a blog is anything. then i saw the japanese musician guy i knew running with his dog and i said hi and greeted the dog and he bit me. he said, he's a rescue. he had him two years. and just now i remembered the last dog he had bit my dog barney on the same point, not in fog, which i said maybe set this one off. now i'm thinking maybe its the guy. mister stayed again with marie who was shocked and carried on and we went home.

 
i felt down after that. the magic was eerie, and then it was punctured by teeth. i had adrenaline fog coursing through my veins, fogging my heart. 
i wonder if marie will look at my blog or just forget a strange encounter. she may.

 finally i was imbued. i was a dog made of fog.