If I write a post in my head, did I write it?
Were the Millers the conjuring mortal instruments?
There are many questions.
There are only some answers.
"Okay, Mom, stop putting a downer on my logic."
Maybe I do have all the answers. And when I have more time, perhaps I will write some more posts. Lord knows, they're rattling around in my head all the time.
This is the end.
[It's never the end. Until, well, it is the end, which it isn't. Yet.]
And who the hell are the Millers anyway?