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Actually, no, fuck it. I'm going to bed now. It's either that or stay up and get more drunk (something I'm trying to avoid). Apart from which, I have a very sad-looking doggy who wants to know why I've been out at the pub all afternoon and a gig all evening, who needs to have her ears fluffled.
Goodnight, BH. Goodnight, olulabelle.
Just like the Waltons, innit? |
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