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*mutter mutter*

Damned Sophie and her damned pimping and and and

I KNOW SOMETHING YOU DON'T KNOW! I AM NOT RIGHT HANDED!

and they're all so pretty and and and

now I'm all hooked.

Dammit.

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So I had this dream where this guy died and Smaller insisted we wrap him in tarpaulin and stick him in the garden, and when I insisted we tell the police she thought we should tell the motel where he worked. I dunno why. Just as I was dialling the police he woke up, anyway.

But it was kind of disturbing, so waking up to Specsavers random pay which'll cover a month's rent kinda made up for it.

Hmm. I can't decide what to write.

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:O!!!!

Holy shit. Mammal-reptile communication. From the sounds of it it's mimicking, not actual language of any sort, but I can't seem to find any info that's less sketchy, dammit.



Okay, so some areas of my degree I found interesting, I'll admit it.

*grins*

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You know that feeling where you've puttered around all day and half-done loads of errands and not really settled to anything and the clouds are too low for thinking and the light won't commit itself to anything but grey and you want to write but there's nothing in your head and you're full of useless energy that won't go anywhere but the park just seems too far away to go and run around like you really need to?

Yeah.


NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!