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In the spirit of rebirth, renewal and all that jazz I thought it might be interesting (not to mention jolly cathartic) for barbeloids to suggest the thing they have most regretted in the past year and, so as to quell the subsequent suicidal urge, the one great beacon of hope extended into the following...
My big 2 are as follows-
REGRET:
Leaving aside a general destructive indolence, the fact that I was given and lost mr. Alan Moore's postal address. Words fail.
RESOLUTION:
To get those 3 conditional chapters sorted and flog that book around like nobody's business. |
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