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No Proclaimer-dissing, please... they can't help it. (And, on listening to 500 Miles properly last night, I realised the lyrics are rather good indeed. And understandably maudlin-inducing).
I'm tired, having had a relatively big feh-ness (possibly hangover, but more likely just icky day). Psychotic wind this morning - parents have been without power now for around 12 hours, which isn't good. OK over here, but the wind has taken all the leaves off the huge tree in college, which is the first sign it's near winter. Along with the clocks going back, and me wearing my winter sweaters. I don't want winter yet!
Tired, then, but probably going to tidy up and watch another episode of Ultraviolet. Oh, and I just made my first post in the Magick. Yikes me. |
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