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Should I die, this blog will serve as my son's source of virtual mama.

If I live, I won't have to repeat myself.

sigers writes fiction and nags her son in austin, texas. 

 I want you to know that I mail you letters when I am away.  But I only bother with stuff you will recognize. For you, right now, nothing says ‘I love you and I’m thinking of you’ like a bad drawing of a robot. Because if I wrote you about how the shoot was going, that would be like writing me a letter written in Boolean strings. 

I want you to know that I mail you letters when I am away.  But I only bother with stuff you will recognize. For you, right now, nothing says ‘I love you and I’m thinking of you’ like a bad drawing of a robot. Because if I wrote you about how the shoot was going, that would be like writing me a letter written in Boolean strings. 

I want you to know that I am about to do the thing that I said I would never do.