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I'm having John Oxenberger dreams. Really really not fun. I would like John to notice, please, that it is Billy who has claimed my head, and there's really no space for more than one screwed up punk rocker in there, not with all the dirty laundry and guitar strings and empty bottles.

Less intensely-sore-from-assault-course-ing today. Probably good, since I've been threatened with unspecific but worrying reprisals should I not get my room tidy today, and I fear it'll take earthmoving equipment.

I'm worried about my brain - my typing skills are in the toilet and I keep coming up with the wrong prefixes and the like for words. Maybe it'll get better when I stop dreaming about the gravity switching off and the world ending.

I don't want to write or rather I don't not want to write just can't sum up the enthusiasm to actually get excited about it. But I have the weird itchy feeling of wanting to want to write.

Mostly what I want to do is curl up and go back to sleep, only memories from my dream of desperately hanging onto the headboard as gravity fluctuated with the knowledge that I was gonna die pretty damned soon kinda puts me off, a little. Sigh.

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A meme from gramarye1971 because it's a lovely one and I owe the world music.

Comment below with a song request that you think I'd be able to provide, something like 'a song that reminds you of someplace you went on holiday when you were little' or 'a song that never fails to give you the shivers when you listen to it' or 'a song in a language you don't speak but would like to learn'.

I'm working on the first kisses, also, I promise. ;)