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I never take anything personally. Now that bop’s welched out on us, I am taking on her role as the lateshift thread-killer. So I’ll wish you pleasant dreams in advance for when you crash out.
Sunday: rearranged the furniture in the living room, drew some pictures, listened to the football. Boring, quiet, fun. Actually, there was a very noisy bit in the middle of the day, after the furniture rearranging was finished, where I turned the music all the way up and danced around on all the floor I’d just cleared.
Gah. Written down, I realise how fucking stupid that makes me sound. I’m a grown up. I’m dancing around my living room. |
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