Nov. 9th, 2011

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With a surfeit of detectives aboard our heroes head back to the spot where they made their unscheduled stop the day before.

Latest draft here.

Word count: 17818

It snowed this morning. Everything melted as soon as it touched the ground, but visibility was definitely restricted for about an hour. Now the temperature is hovering just above freezing with more snow showers expected tomorrow.

I guess the markets took another nosedive on news from the Eurozone. Too bad. At this point the bankers have already stolen everything we have, so the value of those "averages" just represents the unhappiness of rich people who might have to give up one of their yachts or something. I'm at the point where investment bankers jumping to their deaths wouldn't bother me a bit. In fact, I'd stand around cheering to see who makes the biggest splat.

Something has to give. Neither politics nor finance are based on reality now. It's all a bunch of hot air.

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