11:58pm - Where are the frou frou foxes that Lizbeth sang about when I was seventeen?
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It's almost midnight. I haven't been feeling well lately. I think all my entries are blithering (or is it blathering?). I don't even know if I qualify as gloomy or something even more widowed. Imaginary faithfull reader, I just don't think I have anything that most people less capable than me (if I can ever be considered as capable) aren't already doing better. "oh, pathogen. Just tempest fugit-aboutit." three puns=triple word score, 48 points. Pin me to an ugly Douglas Coupland dart table.
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It's almost midnight. I haven't been feeling well lately. I think all my entries are blithering (or is it blathering?). I don't even know if I qualify as gloomy or something even more widowed. Imaginary faithfull reader, I just don't think I have anything that most people less capable than me (if I can ever be considered as capable) aren't already doing better. "oh, pathogen. Just tempest fugit-aboutit." three puns=triple word score, 48 points. Pin me to an ugly Douglas Coupland dart table.
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