Dennis, Shmennis

I guess it’s still Pensacola’s turn. I’m not even going to bother taking any “before” pictures; at this point it looks like we’ll be getting less fallout from the storm than we did with Ivan, which itself wasn’t too bad here.

My mental powers are simply too great for my foes in Pensacola. During the night, while I was sleeping, apparently I subconsciously steered the storm away from us and toward them. Half an hour ago I went outside to laugh at the weather. An extended, exultant, booming laughter.

It’s all me. I’m 2 for 2! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Not my blood! Not my blood! Not my blood!

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